Owen couldn't deny how good he felt and how much he loved his body. Two months had passed since seeing the scale light up with the numbers of his former highest weight. Though he knew they were the product of his sizable meal beforehand, this did not deter him in the slightest. In fact, Owen continued to have multiple feasts throughout each week and even worked to see just how much he could pack away; just for the sake of fun.

As of his most recent scale check, he was sitting at 213lbs. A new record which was celebrated by multiple baskets of fries, chicken wings, and two 2L of Coke. The term "food coma" was not totally unknown to Owen, but when he was woken from a lengthy nap by his own burping with sauce still covering his face and hands, and crumbs and stains all over his shirt, he fully understood the concept.

Though he had to buy more clothing to accommodate his growth, he made sure to hold on to some of his old favorites just in case. Many of the shirts, shorts, and lounge pants that would be considered too small were his choice to wear around the house. He would admire himself in mirrors as he passed and loved to watch how as he ate and his belly grew, his clothes seemed to shrink.

That night, however, would be something a bit different.

Several people from school were meeting up at a local bar to play pool, catch up, and, as Owen especially looked forward to, eat. He had searched his closet to find an appropriate outfit for the occasion and settled on a pair of well fitting jeans and button-up that was a bit too small. Though he was admittedly a bit nervous to see his friends, and their reactions, part of him relished the thought of seeing their shocked faces when meeting up with their now much fatter friend. Though they might not approve, Owen smiled at himself in the mirror as he thought of how much he was starting to like the way he looked.

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"Hey Ow...oh wow. Look at you." She gave a smile that faltered at first but morphed into a genuine grin.

Jennifer, one of Owen's friends from university, moved to give him a hug after spotting him coming in the bar. She was a very short, thin girl; in stark contrast to Owen's now much larger body. Standing at only 4'10" meant that she was one of the few people that Owen was able to actually slightly tower over.

"I see you've been well?" she asked with a smirk; dragging here eyes up and down her friend's new physique.

Playing along, Owen lightly slapped the side of his gut and laughed. He swore he could see Jennifer stare a bit too intently, but quickly erased the thought after she brought him over to the table where their other three friends were sitting.

After he greeted each of their friends, Caleb, ever without a filter, tried to speak loudly over the bit of noise.

"You're getting pretty fat, eh?"

Before Owen was able to answer, Jennifer stepped in.

"He looks good. And happy too. Now let's go play some pool!"

She turned to smile at Owen who was grateful to have support.

For the rest of the night nothing was said in relation to weight; and Caleb even sheepishly apologized for being a loudmouth.

After waving goodbye to Caleb, only Jennifer and Owen were left of their original group. Though Owen had grabbed a couple drinks; he had yet to eat anything. Hungry as he was, none of his friends were interested in grabbing food and he wanted to spend time with them while he had the chance. Now perhaps was the best time to make a move to eat.

Almost as if reading his mind, Jennifer questioned her friend regarding if he wanted to get anything to eat with her. Owen quickly agreed and went to get a couple menus for them.

"Let's see..." Jennifer said skimming through the options. "This is all just your generic bar food I guess. Wings, burgers, onion rings, blah, blah, blah."

Owen chuckled at her unimpressed attitude towards the menu.

"I don't know, it all looks pretty good to me!"

"I'll say" she said winking and placing her menu down on the table. "So what'll it be?"

"Oh I don't know, I guess just the regular hamburger with an order of fries."

While still comfortable with himself and his habits, Owen didn't necessarily want to go all out right in front of his friend; lest his shirt be unable to take the abuse. However, at his declaration of a single burger and fry combo, Jennifer looked skeptical before slowly turning her expression to what could only be described as infatuation.

She leaned forward and whispered in a low voice.

"You and I both know you want more than that. So why don't I order for you and you eat for me. Sound good?"

Not waiting for an answer, she stood from the table and made her way over to the counter to put in her order. Owen wasn't sure if he was sweating from the temperature in the bar, his higher weight, or the words Jennifer just said. The third option was the most likely and Owen watched as she waited at the bar even after seemingly placing the order.

After several long minutes and a word from a man behind the bar, she finally made her way back to the table.

"He said it's coming right out. But remember; you came for dinner and I came for a show."

She smiled cutely before placing her hand overtop one of Owen's in a gesture that was meant to be calming, but also to say that, were he unwilling, she would stop and understand.

"Here we are" said a man who had carried over several plates on a large platter.

"Two double hamburgers with bacon and cheese, two orders of fries, the nachos, and a large order of onion rings. I hope you guys enjoy."

Owen stared at all of the food that Jennifer had stated was all for him. For a moment he looked apprehensive but quickly turned this into determination.

"Grab me a couple bottles of soda, please" was all he said before digging in.

Jennifer watched almost dreamily as Owen easily polished off the first burger and fry combo along with half the nachos. As he started for the onion rings she quickly went back to the bar before returning with two bottles of 2L Dr. Pepper.

" I hope these are oka..." she was cut off by Owen grabbing one of the bottles and chugging half of the contents before letting out a large burp he tried to conceal out of politeness.

"Uh...Jenny" another burp interrupted his sentence. "I think people are starting to stare."

With these words, Jennifer stood and moved to sit beside Owen and placed a hand on his growing gut.

"They're just jealous" was all she said.

The hand on his stomach and his friend's words seemed to remove any fear Owen had surrounding the gawking of the other patrons. He quickly began downing the second burger and fry combo before stopping halfway through to finish the nachos.

"Holy shit..." Jennifer stated almost reverently.

Owen belched as he moved to place a hand over his ballooning stomach.

"Fuck...can you just..." Owen motioned rubbing his gut momentarily before reaching forward to polish off the one of the bottles.

Shaking her head vigorously, Jennifer began rubbing circles over her friend's stomach and whispering to him as he continued to gorge.

"I knew you couldn't help yourself. You would never have gotten this fat by accident. And now you're only going to keep getting fatter you greedy hog."

Owen groaned at the combination of her words and the food he was chewing when suddenly two loud pops came in succession. The two friends looked down to see that Owen's shirt was unable to handle how swollen his stomach had become, and two buttons had popped right off.

"You're doing so good. Only a little bit left to go."

Jennifer looked hopefully at Owen as he continued to stare at his ruined shirt. Snapping out of it after a brief moment, Owen simply lifted his stomach up to undo his jeans which were digging into his waist. He the dropped his stomach back down to his lap with a quiet thud before finishing off the rest of the food Jennifer had ordered.

There was then only several more gulps of Dr. Pepper standing between Owen and total victory. He groaned at how heavy his now huge and distended stomach sat on his thighs and lazily ran his tongue around his lips to try and catch the grease and crumbs littering his face.

"Come on big boy I know you can do it."

With these words Owen thoughtlessly downed the remainder of the drink and ended his gorging with a huge, satisfied burp. He wanted to say something to Jennifer but was so out of breath that he deigned to simply huff and burp for the time being. She had yet to stop rubbing his belly since he asked and even shook it several times while giving encouraging pats.

"Owen I don't know if you can hear me since you're so stuffed you look like you're going to pass out, but that was the single hottest thing I have ever experienced."

Owen could indeed hear his friend and smiled at her words.

"It doesn't......have to be...huff...just this once."