Chubby Hubby: Chapter 8

March 2023

“That’s weird,” said Connor, “my phone won’t unlock.”

He and Jasper had just been seated for brunch outdoors. They sat on wrought iron chairs that were about two inches two narrow for Connor. He had to force his ass between the arms with a bit of gusto and now his love handles were uncomfortably pouring over the rigid metal arms. He had a notification on his phone that he was trying to read but for some reason he couldn’t unlock the screen.

“Did you try the number password?” Jasper suggested.

“Yeah, that works but facial recognition is bugging out.”

“When was the last time you updated that?”

“Like, never. Why would I?”

“Well, babe as we both know you’re not the athlete you once were… I mean, your face is shaped a bit differently now.”

Connor guffawed at this realization. With his belly pressing against the table, his laughter caused the table top to shake and their waters to almost spill. Connor barely noticed as he set aside his phone and dove into the menu. He closely studied every item until the waiter approached.

“Can I get you started with some drinks?”

“Sure, and we’re ready to order too.”

“Great, what will you have?”

“We will start with the brussel sprouts and fried calamari, then a large margherita pizza with extra parm on the side, a caesar salad…”

“And to drink?”

“Oh, I’m not finished. A caesar salad, garlic fries, and the lamb skewers. To drink we’ll both do mimosas.”

The waiter looked at Connor with disapproval, “Will that be all?”

“For now,” Connor replied, “leave a menu, hon.”

Connor was aware of the catty judgment he was receiving but he didn’t care at all. A big guy meant a big order and a big order meant a big tip, the waiter knew this regardless of his fatphobia. Besides, Connor had become accustomed to the myriad of reactions his body and appetite elicited. Since surpassing 400 pounds he’d developed a thick skin and an even bigger stomach.

These days Connor’s belly entered the room before the rest of him. It swung from left to right as he walked, shoulders back hips and belly forward. He was now a man with a belly, a fat man. If your eyes lingered long enough you would notice the vestiges of an ex-jock buried underneath the mountains of chub. Broad shoulders remained from lacrosse, though the muscles were far from visible any longer. His moobs did not droop for a man his size, but remained high and tight atop strong pectoral muscles. His neck was wide and strong. His arms were enormous. A planet-like belly hung off his front and was balanced by a similarly spherical rear.

Altogether, Connor was highly compacted with chub and finding mobility increasingly difficult. He couldn’t bend in the same ways he used to. He could no longer scratch his back and even grabbing his cock was a bit of a reach. After toppling over tying his shoes so many months ago, Jasper had taken over that duty. A new bidet at home kept things sanitary as Connor’s butt felt like it was a mile away from his arms. Now his primary activities were walking, sitting, eating, and lifting weights. Anything beyond those four he often sought help, even getting dressed in the morning.

Before their food arrived, the waiter returned to the table with one of his colleagues.

“I would like to let you know that my shift is over and Chad here will be taking over your table.”

Connor looked at the man before him, “Chad?” Could it be? His good pal Chad from lacrosse? They hadn’t seen each other in about two years. “Chad Raybury?”

“That’s… me,” Chad replied curiously. “Do we know each other?”

“Chad, it’s me, Connor. From lacrosse…”

Chad’s jaw dropped, “Connor? I… I’m sorry, I didn’t, uh, recognize you.”

“No worries, how have you been?”

“Great, great. Um, Jennifer and I got married.” Ray was still struggling to conceal his utter shock at the tub of lard before him, “We actually have a little one on the way. How ‘bout you? What’s…” he unconsciously motioned towards the hefty belly sitting in Connor’s lap, “what’s new?”

“Congratulations! That’s so exciting about the kid. I’ve just been working at the bank and living with this one, getting fatter by the day. You know me, always had coach concerned about my appetite.”

“I remember,” Chad nervously laughed. “Looks like you, uh, proved him right,” Chad turned red realizing this was a faux pas. “Let me get your food out here.”

Chad lugged over plate after plate until the table top was covered with food. He tried to conceal his shock but failed miserably in doing so. Again, Connor was unphased. Hell, he was even motivated to consume it all with vigor. And that he did. The table was cleared in twenty minutes and dessert was on its way.

After finishing their meal, they paid the check and got up to leave. Well, Jasper got up. Connor was experiencing a small problem. His ass did not want to dislodge itself from the wrought iron chair. In fact, the heavy chair lifted off the ground when Connor tried to stand. Within minutes he was making a scene. Patrons stared as the metal clanged against the ground and Connor’s clothes began to reveal his undulating chub as he tried to shake himself free.

Jasper tried to help dislodge his love but was also struggling. Then Chad came to the rescue and together the two men successfully forced the chair loose from Connor’s mass. At this point six or more inches of belly were exposed and Connor was sweating from every crack and crevice.

“Some things never change,” Connor joked with Chad, “you guys were always merciless about my bubble butt.”

Chad made an awkward smile and shrugged as the couple exited the venue.

Once home, Connor piled onto the bed with a sigh.

“How are you feeling, babe?” Jasper queried.

“Fuuullllll.”

“Besides that, you know… Running into Chad and all?”

Jasper cuddled next to Connor, placing his head on the crest of Connor’s pillowy stomach and his hand down Connor’s pants. He filled his palm with the plushness of Connor’s fat pad while softly fingering it’s squishiness.

“Oh, it was nice. He really seemed surprised at my size huh? I guess I have gotten pretty big.”

“That you have,” Jasper said. With his head on Connor’s body he could hear his love’s stomach digesting the mounds of food consumed earlier.. He could also feel Connor’s cock begin to stiffen. “You feel good though? You know, confident and all?”

“I feel great,” Connor belched as his cock fully hardened. “Fat and fucking happy, my love. Your chubby hubby, just like you promised.”