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