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Growing His Guy Gut
I’m pregnant again, and my husband always makes fun of my weight gain. So this time, I’m turning it against him.
About five months ago, when we were messing around, I told him I was worried about gaining weight and him not being attracted to me anymore. We had recently found out we were expecting again. He asked if there was anything he could do to help, and then the thought occurred to me that he could get as big as me. So I then told him I would feel better about myself if he got as big as me.
He’s not super skinny anymore. I guess kind of like your average dad bod. Anyways, he sheepishly agreed to put on some weight with me.
Well, that was five months ago, and he went much further than I thought he would. He cut his gym time in half. Ate whatever he wanted whenever he wanted. Started snacking more and eating more junk food. In the last five months, he has gained 40 pounds! I just had to buy him size 40 pants, and he was a 34 pants size when we found out we were expecting. I wear maternity pants at this point in my pregnancy, and he was joking the other day that he probably needs some now. I think he probably does! I’ve gained about 25 pounds, so our bellies have grown at about the same rate!
I love him so much! And it’s crazy to see how much bigger he has become. I think it’s kind of sweet in a way. He walks a little slower. He has a tiny waddle a little bit. He has to pull himself up off the couch now. We have to hug each other differently now because both bellies get in the way a little bit. When we start kissing now, if we kiss more than twenty seconds, he has to take a break because he is out of breath! His face and his ** have filled out more. His body is softer.
The crazy thing is that I want him to stay this way. Maybe even gain another 20-30 pounds. I find myself being really attracted to his new shape and size. I like snuggling on him during pillow talk as we are going to bed. I like rubbing his new belly and cupping his moob. When we spoon, I like the feel of his new belly on my back. It’s all just really ** to me.
Sometimes I can tell he feels really self-conscious, especially when his friends make fun of him. If they say something about his weight and I’m around, I make a specific point to compliment him, brush my body against his, go up and hug or kiss him or whisper something ** in his ear with his friends watching. The other day his friends were really giving him a hard time, and so I made sure they overheard me telling their wives how much I enjoy his body now and how ** he feels.
I’m not sure if he’s going to get any bigger during the last trimester, but I’m not going to mind if he does. He is mine and I love his new, big belly!
He’s added about 75 or so pounds in the last couple years. I wouldn’t have guessed I would be attracted to someone that large but when you love someone first a weight gain is more easily accepted like the cliche ‘more to love’. I don’t have a goal weight for him. The cutest part to me is in the evolution of slowly outgrowing clothes or slowly stop going to the gym or slowly being ok to have dessert at every meal. I love to see his defenses slowly collapse. Does that sound mean? I don’t intend it like that.
It sounds sweet, but what if the shoe was on the other foot? What if you gained fifty pounds and he liked seeing you go up in dress sizes or eat more dessert? Would you feel a similar way?
It is interesting you ask. Truth be told, I have fat tendencies as well. The difference is, I keep them in check. You don’t gain 50 pounds unless you WANT to gain 50 pounds. My little butterball does. I do not.
Have you tried gaining weight before to see if you would like it as much as your butterball?
I was heavyset when I was young. I didn’t exactly appreciate the teasing.