Chubby Hubby: Chapter 4

November 2021

Connor’s own snoring awoke him from a midday nap. His heavy lidded eyes lazily opened as a sweet aroma filled the air. Scratching at his face he noticed chocolate icing rubbed off from around his mouth. On the coffee table next to him was a baking tray of crumbs from a batch of fudge drizzled chocolate brownies. He remembered going to town on them as his stomach slightly ached from the excess of sugar.

“Good afternoon my lazy little cub,” Jasper said from the kitchen, “I hope you saved room for this fruit cake. It’s actually really good.”

Connor groaned, “Oh boy I don’t know if I can handle any more sweets my love. It’s never ending!”

“Here just try a slice,” Jasper said and delivered a plate with a heaping chunk of cake. “That’s all for today, I swear.”

Connor struggled to sit up with his belly getting more and more in the way these days, as was the rest of him. For some time now Connor had been overeating without regard at a stunning pace. The jock physique he sported only six months ago was increasingly becoming compacted with a dense layer of chub that was beginning to push his clothing to its limits. He felt a bit like a child at times, constantly indulging in the sweet pleasures of life while awkwardly inhabiting a body that was a different size one week to the next.

Jasper placed the plate directly on the coffee table in front of Connor, yet it still felt like effort for Connor as he grunted and leaned forward to grab the fork. His belly sloshed with fudge brownies and milk as it settled in his lap. He took a mid-sized bite and was pleasantly surprised. He thought that fruit cake was supposed to be gross. He tried another bite, larger this time. And then another and another until he forgot that he was full and the slice had disappeared inside of him.

“That’s my boy,” Jasper kissed Rouke on the head.

“That’s my baker!” Connor retorted. “You’ve been relentless since you started watching that baking show. How many recipes have you tried so far?”

“This month, twenty-seven!” Jasper replied while delivering another heaping slice of cake.

Jasper found that if he delivered treats in increments Connor was more likely to consume all of them than if he brought them all at once. Although Connor had pretty much succumbed to a life of gluttony, there was still a psychological holdback with plowing through a whole cake in one sitting, especially after he had just done so with a plate of brownies. As such, Jasper knew the best route to take if he wanted to keep Connor full.

“Twenty seven! It doesn’t seem like that many but I guess you’re right… Well, each one has been better than the last, I can personally attest.”

Indeed, Connor had become Jasper’s personal taste tester as he sharpened his baking skills with the help of reality television. This was no accident, of course, although Jasper was genuinely enjoying this new hobby especially in time for the holidays. He had made some beautiful pastries and cakes and breads, far outside the realm of what he ever thought himself capable of. Plus, with his skills improving he was learning techniques to make recipes even more rich and fattening than they originally were.

For example, heavy cream and lard were becoming two of Jasper’s favorite ingredients. He found they subbed in well for almost any dairy that a recipe called for, though not all. He was using these ingredients so much that he was now keeping a large jug of each on hand. Additionally, his icing skills were on point as Jasper was applying generous layers of icing to almost everything he made, sometimes even pancakes or french toast in the morning.

Connor didn’t seem to bat an eye at any of this. He was enjoying the attention he received from Jasper as he lived like a king in their apartment. And Jasper was enjoying each new pound flubber that he was encouraging onto his chubby hubby. The growth was noticeable as he was able to cup more generous handfuls of belly and ass week after week.

As of late, Jasper’s personal goal was to see Connor’s belly finally droop into an overhang when he was standing. Currently, Connor’s base of muscle was holding firm as his belly continued to swell in circumference with a compacted spherical shape. Still, with enough pudge it would someday fold and Jasper could sense that day was near. Already Connor was displaying a healthy fat pad that formed a deep crease with his underbelly and Jasper was confident that once they were through the holidays these two mounds of fat would be touching in perpetuity.

He also was surprised that Connor had not developed any stretch marks yet considering the pace with which he was growing. Jasper supposed that had to do with their near nightly massages in which Jasper would lather his prized possession up with an expensive moisturizer and massage the former athlete’s rolls of cakey fat and sore straining muscles, for Connor was still hitting the gym regularly. He just neglected any form of cardio.

“Thank you my love, your opinion is all that matters. Glad I have someone to ensure quality control after all…”

“Well I think we’re both aware that it’s taking its toll,” Connor chuckled after polishing off the second slice of cake and giving his belly a slap. “Starting to feel like I’m pregnant with a bakery!”

Jasper delivered another slice and joined Connor on the couch, his hand slipping into the warm crease between Connor’s thigh and fat pad, “You’re certainly as sweet as one.”

“I’m not gonna lie it's been hard hitting the gym lately. What with it being so cold out and all these sweets slowing me down all the time. I don’t know, I just struggle to get up the energy.”

“I mean that’s not unusual this time of year… Everyone slacks off a bit in the winter months, puts on some weight, and then January 1st the gyms are packed! Rinse repeat.”

“I guess…”

“Don’t fret babe, you can skip a day here or there. The world’s not gonna end and as far as I’m concerned you couldn’t be sexier.”

“Well, if you insist… I guess I’ll stay home today. Someone’s gotta eat this delicious cake you made.”