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My husband got fat, with my help
We met at the start of college, both super athletic and active. He was about 170 then, tall and lean, and I was very attracted to him! We dated through school, moved in together, got engaged, got married.
He put on a few pounds over this time (maybe about 10), but that's pretty normal. Then came a few changes all at once: we moved to the suburbs, he switched to an inactive desk job, and he injured his knee. It was like the perfect storm for weight gain.. and gain weight he did. He put on about 20 lbs in 2 months... And I was shocked at how much it turned me on. I'd never been into bigger guys, always preferring the sporty type, but there I was, wanting him bigger.
One morning he was struggling into his work pants (they were super tight on his thighs and ** now) and said something like "Wow, I've really porked up." So I said I'd noticed him get a little bigger, and that I actually found it attractive. He was super surprised by that, but happily surprised. He asked me if I'd mind him putting on a little more weight, and I said no. We had a chat that evening, and he admitted that he'd been enjoying letting himself go, having been toned his entire life. He then turned it round on me, saying he could tell that I enjoyed feeding him up. I couldn't deny!
From then on, he relaxed his diet completely, and I started indulging him more. I cooked him big meals and he'd put away huge helpings, plus dessert. After dinner he'd slump back on the couch, stuffed, and I'd rub his belly, and it nearly always turned sexual. It's like his weight gain reignited our ** life!
He's currently sitting at about 235, and I think we're going to hold it there. At one point he got up to 245, but we decided that's too big. He was out of breath all the time, and got moobs and a double chin, which neither of us liked.
That’s pretty embarrassing. I can’t imagine how many people saw that tubby belly of yours hanging below your belt line. You should feel lucky someone didn’t grab it or give you a little pat.
My embarrassment was when I was working out with my cousin and I was on a stair master and I realized in the mirror just how huge my moobs has gotten. They were bouncing up and down with each step, like a top heavy woman. I’m realizing just how unsuccessful my bulky shirts have been in keeping them under wraps.
Yup, same here, was walking towards glass on the street and saw my chest bouncing and moving left and right. It's crazy that all you have to do is eat and not move a lot and you'll naturally start spreading and getting soft as butter.