Chubby Hubby: Chapter 7

August 2022

Connor parked his car and gathered his belongings. Lurching out of his seJasper was a bit of a chore these days. He simply had too much body to deal with. His gut nearly reached the steering wheel and his ass and thighs completely overwhelmed the seat below him. As he stepped out of the car he felt his work shirt become untucked and his belly kiss the fresh air. He sighed, paused, and tucked his shirt back in.

In the last six months Connor had crossed the invisible line from big guy to absolute fat ass. Sure, he’d picked his gym routine back up but it was nothing to battle the rate at which he was eating. For so long his muscular base lent him a big-all-over look but the last thirty or so pounds gave way to a spherical belly so heavy and prodigious that Connor had adopted a waddle. It was as though his body had run out of places to store the weight and now pound after pound weighted down his gut.

The overhang and fat pad Jasper had been so excited about ballooned exponentially and were giving Connor’s ass a run for its money. In fact, all three spots had recently developed stretch marks for the first time. Just a few small ones cropped up around his belly as it filled up with wads of dough, from the center on out to his love handles. His fat pad, however, developed two bright red stretch marks as the girth around his cock was in competition with his belly for the crown of fastest growing appendage. And Connor’s big Irish lacrosse booty still wouldn’t quit. It was taking a back seat to the growth of his gut at the moment, but was still hefty as ever. Small white stretch marks criss crossed both the inner and outer cheeks as Connor’s skin looked ready to burst with fat.

When Connor began working at the bank about a year ago he never even thought about the walk from the parking lot to the office. It didn’t cross his mind, he was concerned with work itself or Jasper or other trivial matters. Now, he dreaded the walk. It was the longest walk of his day, out of the parking garage, up a flight of stairs to the lobby, through the lobby and then up the elevator. In the heat of summer it was even worse.

By the time Connor made it to the lobby he had already broken a sweat. He relied on undershirts to prevent sweat stains from showing up on his work shirts but this only made him hotter. Additionally, he was getting chub rub from every angle: between his thighs, between his ass cheeks, and in his armpits. Normally, he applied a powder to alleviate the sensation but this morning he had forgotten.

When Connor entered the break room his eyes immediately fixed upon the boxes of donuts on the table. He could’ve sat down and killed a whole dozen but he restrained himself in public. Instead, he grabbed two and waddled off to this desk. It felt good to finally sit down in his reinforced office chair. With all of his colleagues tipping the scales it was normal to have a seat that supported 500+ pounds.

Mid-morning Connor’s stomach was growling and he headed to the break room. A small cadre of coworkers were sipping coffee, chain eating donuts, and gossiping.

“Connor, good of you to join us tubs,” Eric said. “I can remember our barbecue a year ago when you were a green little athlete and now look at you.”

“I guess you were right,” Connor said with a mouth full of donut. “Everyone gets fat here, can’t help it.”

“That was a warning, not a directive man. I hope this doesn’t offend but I’ve never seen someone blow up quite so fast. Hell, I think you’re bigger than the rest of us now! Who knew you had it in you.”

“Jim has still got a good forty pounds on me,” Connor grinned. He was enjoying the attention, “but we’ll see how long that lasts.”

Sick of standing Connor plodded to a nearby chair. Slowly he landed his gargantuan ass cheeks on the cheap wooden seat. It creaked and he felt a glimmer of concern. Could it? No… Everyone uses these chairs and they’ve never broken before. But he was outgrowing his colleagues as they pointed out. Connor grabbed another donut and as he leaned back for a bite the chair loudly snapped beneath him and he went tumbling to the floor.

Like a turtle on it’s back Connor’s belly became exposed and he struggled to get back up. He had to roll to his side to get on his knees where he could then place a hand on a different nearby chair to hoist himself up. As he was hoisting the seat of that chair caved in and Connor fell back to earth like an overfed comet.

“Careful man, careful,” Eric said and offered his assistance.

It took two people to get Connor back on his feet. By the time he was standing his clothes were disheveled, he was covered in sweat, and his face was bright red.

“Don’t fret man, I’ll call the janitor. These chairs have been on the brink of destruction whenever one of us sits on them. It’s been a long time coming.”

Connor nodded and struggled to catch his breath.

“Hell, that’s why they call it the brake room! Get it? Break spelled B-R-A-K-E?”

Connor laughed and waddled off to the bathroom to compose himself. He was embarrassed but also strangely… proud?