Fat Cats: Chapter 1

“Let’s do one more, my hair looks funny in that one.”

Justin placed his phone back on the tripod and skipped over to his husband, Joe, as they posed in front of their brand new New York City loft. They smiled before the camera and ring light, their white teeth glistening and their perfect skin beaming. After the shutter sound, the couple evaluated the image. It was up to snuff and immediately posted onto their shared “J&J” Instagram account with a long caption welcoming the New Year and their new adventure in New York.

Joe and Justin were the perfect couple and they knew it. They met on the water polo team while attending Stanford and immediately hit it off. Incidentally, they were both finance majors, graduated with honors, and were married before they turned 22. Their union brought together two wealthy families and garnered a small but impressive following on social media. Of course, it helped that they were both stunningly attractive in the most conventional sense.

Joe was tall, dark and handsome. He stood at 6’2” with dark brown hair, piercing blue eyes, and chiseled features reminiscent of Clark Kent. A lifetime of competitive sports meant he had a fair amount of lean muscle and little body fat. In their relationship, Joe tended to be a bit more dominant, meaning he shouldered most decision making and topped more frequently.

Justin was more compact and docile. His fair skin and dirty blonde hair leant him an angelic quality that was simultaneously boyish and masculine. He was 5’10” and strong but still waifish. Nevertheless, he did sport a pert rear end that attracted many a wandering eye.

Justin and Joe had just moved across the company to begin working at one of the most prestigious finance firms in New York. Both had applied for the same position and both were hired immediately. Their joint income afforded an impressive apartment that still felt small after leaving the West Coast behind.

After a week of settling in, their first day at the firm had finally arrived. Both were nervous. They arrived together in their best slim cut suits and freshly cut hair. The receptionist, a dashing and flirtatious young cub, took their winter coats and led them inside. The couple was immediately taken aback. The receptionist was only a harbinger of what was to come. It appears as though every single person at the firm was a cisgender man and overweight to varying degrees.

“Real boys club, huh?” Justin whispered to his partner.

“Am I crazy or do they all seem gay?” Joe replied.

Seven hours later the couple rode the subway home still stupefied. They knew the partners were big bearish gays after their initial interviews, but it was shocking that the whole firm followed suit. From what J&J could tell, they were the smallest guys in the whole company. Even the clerks were sporting ten to twenty extra pounds around the waist. The whole situation seemed strange. Nevertheless, the couple agreed that letting their diets slip in order to fit in and secure their six figure salaries might not be the worst thing.

Sure enough, after about one month at the firm both Justin and Joe’s physiques were looking less well-defined. Once they got into the groove of things it was less surprising that everyone was overweight. For starters, breakfast and lunch were always catered and an opulent snack bar was available 24/7. Food was always around. Every employee had a steep workload so gathering around to snack and chat provided a much needed escape. Further, when Justin and Joe went home for the day they found that their energy was completely zapped. They had no time or energy to hit the gym so most evenings were spent in front of the TV with takeout.

After only a month Joe was looking the paunchiest of the two. His slacks were already getting snug around the waist and his once visible abs had faded from view. Justin had gained a few pounds too, but it went straight to his already curvy posterior. Altogether the changes in the couple’s physiques weren’t noticeable to anyone but Justin who found the whole situation oddly arousing. He enjoyed the masculine energy pulsing through the office and didn’t mind if it rubbed off on his hubby or himself.

In fact, he found himself rapt by the office dynamics. Noticeably, the firm’s partners, four fat cats in every sense of the term, frequently took long mysterious lunch breaks around town. Afterwards, they would waddle out from the elevator looking bloated and occasionally disheveled. It wasn’t unusual for their buttons to be straining or sweat stains to spread underneath their arms and moobs. Justin couldn’t help but remain transfixed by this display. It almost seemed as if they were inviting attention…