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 ’m not so sure it’s a fetish for everyone. Some people are just attracted to fat, overweight, plus-size, etc.
Just like some people are attracted to a gym rat and that mentality, others are attracted to a soft body and that mentality.
I’ve dated thin and fat, and there are good things about both. Fat isn’t always bad. In some ways, fat has a regulating effect on some people in that they are kinder, more empathetic, etc. than similar people who are thin.
I have found tremendous stress reduction from adopting a foodie/feeder lifestyle.
Now that I am obviously obese, I am very humble and nonjudgmental around the growing numbers of similarly configured men and women I encounter. I feel free to indulge without need to justify anything, especially to strangers with dubious intentions.
Me too. I’m over 300 pounds now and feel an affinity to any fatty I see. It’s interesting to see how some people are comfortable in “the club” and others are fighting it.
It's a great sense of freedom and comfort when you realize you're a growing tub of lard with a massive ball gut.
I’m used to being in charge of things. But when it comes to weight and food, I feel so helpless.