I Married a Chef: Chapter 3

“Babe, I thought we were going to breakfast? The cleaning lady will be here any minute.” 

Elio shoved the last bit of scone in his mouth and shrugged, “I know.” He stood up and placed the plate in the sink. 

“Is that what you’re wearing?” 

“What do you mean?” Elio was slightly offended. 

Raf stepped close to his husband and grabbed the wad of belly fat hanging exposed beneath the hem of Elio’s shirt. 

“Oh!” Elio exclaimed. 

He was completely oblivious to the fact his shirt did not fully cover him. The last few months had been a whirlwind. First, the holidays had done a number on his waistline. He gained about twenty pounds in November and December alone, and then in January the couple moved into their new home. The stress of moving didn’t help matters and Elio’s gym routine fully went out the window. The result was that he was fatter than ever, with a brand new overhang that seemed to appear out of thin air. At this point, Elio was so accustomed to being chubby that another ten or twenty pounds wasn’t all that noticeable and the reality of his girth had yet to sink in. 

Elio scurried off to their new luxurious walk-in closet. Since Raf had become something of a celebrity chef, the couple was now living rather well. Their closet was large enough that they didn’t even have enough clothes to fill it. Which was good, considering that Elio was already outgrowing his own wardrobe. Rather than bother with one of his shirts that would inevitably be too small, he grabbed one of Raf’s and looked in the mirror. 

The breezy linen button up was laughably oversized on Elio. He was a bit surprised. Was Raf really that big now? He hung the shirt back up and grabbed one of his own tees. It was a bit snug but at least it covered him up. 

At the restaurant, they were seated at a booth. As they shuffled into the seating Elio noticed that Raf barely fit. In fact, the man’s belly fully pressed against the edge of the table. Elio didn’t say anything but gazed upon his husband with fresh eyes. It was true, Raf had grown quite large. His beard covered up a thick double chin and his cheeks were positively plump. Elio even noticed a little fat roll at the base of Raf’s head. Raf had always been a husky guy, but this was a new level. 

The couple always liked to share plates at restaurants so they could try more things. They ordered an omelette, french toast, eggs benedict, biscuits and gravy and a side of fruit. When their food arrived at their table, Elio was once again taken aback. It looked like a lot of food. Normally, he wouldn’t think twice. This was a normal breakfast for the two men. But between his belly hanging out of his shirt and Raf barely fitting in the booth, Elio realized just how fat they were becoming. He chuckled to himself and dug in. 

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“I need a break,” Raf was panting. 

He slid his cock slowly out of Elio and laid down on the bed. In this position, his neck completely disappeared. His tits sagged atop his belly and formed a thick roll that sat warmly beneath his inner arms. Raf’s body was now a series of bulbous fat rolls that oozed out in every direction. Even his cock was at risk of being swallowed up by the ocean of fat hanging from his navel. He wiped the sweat from his brow and reached for the glass of chocolate milk at the bedside table. 

Elio was already on his side and cuddled up next to his man. This was their new favorite position for fucking, largely out of practicality. Elio lay on his side with his ass up and his belly filling the space in front of him. Doggy was okay too, but sometimes difficult on the joints, not to mention impersonal. Missionary was a real struggle at their current weight. Elio was losing the ability to hold his ham-like thighs in the air for too long and altogether there was too much chub in the way. Besides, with Raf having lost a few inches downstairs, he struggled to fully penetrate Elio from this angle. 

Favored positions and all, they still needed a break. Neither man was accustomed to that level of cardio anymore. Elio nuzzled his face against the hairy glob of fat that composed Raf’s left man boob. The former model had become intoxicated by his husband’s girth of late. He had always loved Raf’s body and found his husband sexy, but something about the extra weight really drove home the truth of the saying “more to love.” Elio couldn’t get enough. 

He had silently started to encourage his man to eat more at every meal. Every plate had to be licked clean and dessert was requisite three times a day. It felt like he was spoiling his love. Every extra pound was a testament to their partnership. And of course, Elio kept pace as best he could. Food was a love language after all, and the men were definitely showing their love.