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Getting fat with my husband
Last night, my husband and I (28m) went to Shake Shack, where you can order from a kiosk. I eagerly jumped in to start ordering for both of us. I asked him what he wanted and made sure to select the largest size of everything. When I asked about his drink, he said he’d just have water. So, I added the water but then noticed they had a caramel shake on the menu. I knew he’d love it, so I quickly ordered it before he had a chance to say no. He ended up eating everything except for a few fries. He mentioned the shake was too sweet, but that didn’t stop him from finishing it.
He kept hiccupping and then he let out a huge belch. He remarked at how much has changed since we first met. That he used to be prom and proper and now he’s not afraid to burp in front of me. I saw my chance, so I agreed and told him I never would have imagined he’d go from prim and proper to belching in my ear like a piggy. That’s the first time I called him that!
Afterward, we went grocery shopping, and I kept convincing him to add treats to the cart. We ended up with Oreos, some snack cakes, and eventually, I talked him into getting a pumpkin cake roll. At that point, he turned to me and asked if I was trying to make him fat. I playfully denied it, but we all know there’s a bit of truth to that! I feel like I’m getting more bold with my efforts to make him bigger and he’s receptive. I’m excited to open this side of our relationship and see what effects it has on him.
I want us to blow up big. I picture us laying in bed chowing down on pizza and ice cream while watching tv. Then I’ll feed him a slice and grab his belly to jiggle it. I’ll ask him where that came from. He’ll tell me it’s all my fault. That I turned him on to too much good food and that I’m a bad influence. Then he’ll rip a big ** and will start kissing and fondling each others fat.
He’ll go from a skinny, well mannered ** to a fat, lazy pig. And I can’t wait
Diabetes, canes, wheelchairs here we come!
Maybe someday. But at least we’ll have each other. And that’s all that really matters
I'm doing the same as you with my husband. I love a nice big belly on a man, and my husband isn't afraid to eat whatever I serve him. I always give him extra big portions and always a big dessert. I just skip things like salads, which he doesn't really like and I think just take up room in his tummy. I'd rather he pack in the high calorie stuff.
Question: are you also big, or fattening yourself? It sounded like it. I've just decided to let myself go without trying to fatten, and have gain some weight, but not nearly as much as my husband. I'm sure he's well over 325 or so. I'm only 215.
Enjoy the ride!
Same here. I love the bigger belly and feeding him full of junk. He used to like salads but I’ve been getting him addicted to sweets and fried foods instead. He never really drank soda before he met me. That’s certainly changed.
This journey started with me fattening up myself and then I noticed my habits started to rub off on him. Now I’m leaning into it to see how far I can take it. Hopefully we’re both as big as your man someday.
I starve my wife. Every day she has to weigh herself and tell us at breakfast her weight. If it goes up, I make her fast for a day. She is very skinny.
Good. And you will both be dead by 50.
We’re here for a good time, not a long time