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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?
I haven’t stepped on a scale in a couple years, but it’s probably 50-70 pounds. I was a size 32 in pants and now I’m a size 40.
Weight is such a taboo topic is our society that it’s not easy for your wife either . . . huge emotional risk in telling him I like him better with a belly . . . Better to make him feel comfortable and loved with him, but not say anything.
Did you help him gain on purpose? Or he got bigger and then you realized you didn’t mind?
I guess some of both. I liked the early pounds on him - made me seem stronger and more grownup to me. I made sure we always had good meals and good portions, regardless of who was cooking. But the couple of times he tried a diet I was fine with that and on the nights I cooked would put smaller portions on his plate. But he would ask for more so the diets didn’t last. He had enough stress with work and food was such a happy thing, so I never wanted him to want a favorite snack and not have it. Does that make sense?
Yea, that makes sense. I get the feeling that my wife is trying to keep me bigger on purpose. Like she fed me enough to be overweight to put her “stamp” on me and keeps me that way.
Cont’d.
As I could barely bring my full self to the couch…..here she came with a massive over sized bowl of cookies and cream ice cream and plopped it on my lap (which there wasn’t much of my lap that wasn’t taken up by my hugely bloated fat gut) and then cam the package of Oreos before I even finished my massive bowl of ice cream. At this point I decided to intentionally gain to see if my wife would comment, tease me or even act concerned at how big of a gut I packed on in such a short period of time. The crazy thing is several more months went by with me intentionally stuffing myself to the limits Nd the. Come gone to my wife making us huge fattening meals that I didn’t think I could even think I could er a bit of because of being so stuffed from earlier and the minute I took one bite I would just keep eating and eating with her routinely just adding a second portion before I was seven finished. My appetite was so out of control I didn’t even need to be hungry to eat 3,000+ calories for a lunch or dinner and that is before the 2,000+ calories directly following in desert. My wife never commented even though my once XL white t shirt that I put on after a shower in the
evening with my boxers would not even come close to covering my new massive gut which would ride way up exposing a good 6-8 inches of my huge lower gut and be stretched so tight across my body. My new XXL were extremely tight still but covered the belly better but made me look even bigger and she still never commented all that happened was bigger and bigger more fattening meals along with double inventory of Ice cream and snacks when she came back from the grocery store. I hadn’t even noticed how much she was eating and packing on since I became so consumed with the project of getting myself huge for her and trying to get a comment
from her. The ** was unbelievable through this journey…..it became daily when before it was only every 2 weeks. Every evening was gluttonous stuffing and **.
That was a beautiful feeding and gaining story. Letting go at the table extends to the bedroom