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My husband is getting fat
My husband is getting fat. He used to be slim and in shape, and now, he looks like a butterball. When we were dating, he was 170 pounds. He stepped on the scale the other day and he has gained 50 pounds!
The problem is I feel guilty watching him fatten up and liking it. I feed him well, he likes to snack and his fat belly and mushy chest are a turn on for me. I prefer it much more than the flat stomach he had years ago. He has a slight double chin now that I also think is **.
I hope he still gains in the coming years. I had to buy him size 40 pants (used to be a size 32), and I was so happy to watch him try them on. He complained about the new size, so I walked over to him, patted his bulging tummy, grabbed his love handles and told him how attractive he is to me. It’s not a lie, though, because I really do enjoy his new size and I love his fat belly!
Hopefully he gains another 50 pounds! I wouldn’t mind a chubby hubby! What’s better than eating what you want and getting your wife excited to be with you in the bedroom?
For me, I just told his mom that he’s fatter now because he’s happy and has a wife who takes care of him. She couldn’t argue with that. And I told her don’t be surprised if he shows up even fatter next time she sees him. But that’s just me. I’m not the poster of this original comment thread.
I haven’t been that bold yet. Normally I talk about busy he has been, or how he’s trying to lose the weight. Maybe I should just say that he’s happy and I’m happy and that’s all that matters.
I have seen the negative side. We made the mistake of taking Kevin’s mother shopping when he needed new shorts. She was shocked he needed a 48. I didn’t say much but was secretly proud? that he looked that good that big. She went on and on. I made sure that I served him three big servings of lasagna that night and a huge bowl of ice cream. I don’t usually do that. He eats enough on his own. I then made sure she heard every noise that night from our room. Kevin is a grown man and can make his own decisions.
You’re absolutely devilish! LOL!!
The next day when we went for breakfast I made a big deal of reminding the hostess at our usual place that Kevin couldn’t do a booth . . . His Mom was fit to be tied. She’s probably right that he could lose a couple of pounds but come on.
Wow- new clothes, huge dinner, and great **. How much do you want me to gain, dear?