I Married a Chef: Chapter 2

Elio woke up with barbecue sauce smeared across his chin. He sat up in the hotel bed and was disgusted by the cart piled high with room service still next to his bed. He groaned and shuffled out of bed. As he pushed the cart into the hallway a burp escaped his chest and provided much needed relief. Back in the room he looked at the clock and was surprised to see it was still the middle of the night. He decided to swig some brandy, shower off, and try to get some more rest. 

Raf often had to travel for this new reality show and Elio joined along whenever possible. Raf was contractually obligated to keep quiet, but Elio suspected he was doing well in the competition. They had been shooting for months now and other cast members had been sent home. Currently, they were in Nashville and Elio had managed to queue up a few auditions while he was there. They were all for plus-sized gigs yet Elio still hadn’t managed to book a single one. He received different feedback everytime. Too fat, too thin, too muscular, too conventionally good looking. He simply couldn’t win, but at the very least he could eat. 

When travelling, he ate even more indulgently than when he was at home. He had to try the local cuisine after all, and that always included dessert. Elio never even had a sweet tooth, but lately something had awakened in him. He was constantly craving chocolate, fudge, sugar, and cream. He tried to keep it in check during the day, but by the time dinner rolled around all bets were off. Especially if Raf was joining him. After all, every day was an excuse to celebrate Raf’s new reality television career. 

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The TV show became a huge success. Raf placed third in the competition but was a fan favorite, which launched his career. The press was staggering. Raf was constantly doing media interviews, brand endorsements, and photoshoots. Girls and gays online worshiped his cuddly masculinity. Elio refused to admit it, but he was jealous. After all, Elio was the one who had pursued a life in front of the cameras, not Raf. In fact, Raf was shy and hated all the attention. 

So, Elio ate his feelings. Increasingly, Raf had less time to cook for the two of them, so Elio was ordering take out multiple times a day. He would always order extra so that there were leftovers for Raf, but Elio typically would end up eating it all himself anyway. He refused to step on the scale and instead sized up his wardrobe to accommodate the extra circumference of his belly and chest and ass and thighs. Raf seemed to enjoy the extra weight on his hubby, so besides the lack of work, there was no real drawback for Elio. 

In the bedroom, Raf would spend ages eating Elio’s lusciously plumped up ass, jiggling the cheeks, and nuzzling his face deep inside. When they fucked, Raf spanked and bounced Elio’s rump enthusiastically. Sometimes he’d grip Elio’s love handles too while they fucked from behind, and in missionary he’d keep one paw on Elio’s belly as it wobbled from their fucking. In fact, Elio felt more desired by his husband than ever, which was reassuring given Raf’s newfound fame. 

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Elio grunted as he put on his shoes. Lately, his belly was making certain movements more difficult. He grabbed his keys and took one final look in the mirror. He looked well put together. His hair was perfectly coiffed and his T-shirt fit well. There was no hiding the baby beer gut he carried around these days so the most he could do was make sure everything fit appropriately. He flexed his arms and they still had a good pump from the gym. This was as good as it was going to get for him at his current weight. 

When he arrived on set he was filled with nerves. This was the third commercial he’d been hired for in recent months. Turns out, slightly overweight guys perform better on TV than in magazines. Elio was just thankful to have work. He headed to hair and makeup who did a few touch ups and then sent him to wardrobe. His measurements had been taken nearly a month ago but when he tried on the clothes it was obvious they didn’t fit. 

“Put on a bit of weight, have we?” 

Elio blushed and looked down at his midsection. They had put him in a collared shirt and the buttons were straining around his belly. He felt embarrassed. Was he really putting on weight that fast? It didn’t feel like it at home in sweats. 

“I guess,” he said dejectedly. 

“No worries, we have a back up.” 

Elio changed shirts but the new one was also a little snug. Standing up the buttons closed and there was no bowing, but it allowed him very little movement. 

“Try sitting in this chair.” 

Fearfully, Elio sat down. A slight popping sound caught his attention and then one of the buttons shot off across the room. His face turned beet red. 

“Don’t worry about it, big guy. The director specifically wanted a good looking guy with a dad physique. Since all the shots are face-on, we can loosen the first option up in the back and no one will be the wiser.” 

Elio wasn’t sure what exactly she meant. So he sat shirtless and alone, the lights glistening off the skin of his uncontainable belly, while waiting for the solution. Turns out, she had simply cut the first shirt open in the lower back and attached some elastic bands. It worked, meaning from the front no one could tell the difference. But from behind, his gluttony was on full display for every person on set. Elio was horribly embarrassed, but powered through for the paycheck.