Chubby Hubby: Chapter 2

July 2021

Life was going extraordinarily well for Jasper and Connor. They were cohabitating swimmingly and enjoying the new phase of their lives unfolding before them. Jasper was particularly doting, preparing lavish meals that Connor could not rebuff and leaving small gifts throughout the house when he wasn’t home. These gifts included everything from accessories to baked goods. Connor reciprocated as well, planning exciting nights out and intimate nights at home in order to keep things fresh.

With all of Jasper’s cooking Connor had gained about ten pounds in one month. This was a lot of weight in a short amount of time and Connor was not oblivious to this fact. Still, he took it in stride. He knew there would be some rebound from quitting lacrosse cold turkey. That was an undeniable fact. There was no way he could go from so much weekly physical intensity and cardio to the complete opposite without his body reacting. Not to mention Jasper’s cooking…

Connor’s hubby was not kidding about liking his boys chubby. The man was churning out the most delicious fattening food at a phenomenal pace. Connor had no idea Jasper had such cooking skills! And when Jasper wasn’t slaving away in the kitchen the couple was going to nice dinners or ordering in. It was as though there was a constant stream of delicious food and Connor could simply not resist!

He didn’t mind though. For the most part his ass was just a bit fatter and his ab definition had begun to fade. Both of these changes Connor had accepted long ago as his inevitable future. He always seemed fated to have a fat dump truck of an ass. Since high school it would only grow and grow with time, making underwear and denim frustratingly difficult articles of clothing. And his abs? He knew those couldn't be maintained for very long. Besides, they were never the tight six pack of his peers, but rather the convex swollen kind indicative of a man who likes to eat as much as he lifts.

All in all, Connor didn’t have much extra headspace to contribute to his looks anyway. He had recently started a new job as an investment banker. He was proud to boast that his degree was beginning to pay off and the first week of work had gone extremely well. Connor was picking up things quickly and his superiors were impressed. In addition, he was getting on great with his coworkers and was already invited to a barbecue with a few of the staff.

It was at a colleague’s house and plus ones were encouraged, so Connor brought Jasper along. It was Connor’s first time seeing any of these people in plain clothes and it was a bit jarring. Seeing everyone outside of their business formal attire left something to be desired. Connor was struck by how almost everyone was either somewhat or significantly overweight, some of them in ill-fitting clothes no less. Apparently, this wasn’t lost on anyone else either.

“Oh here comes, Mr. Athlete!” someone shouted as Connor and Jasper approached the back patio.

“Look at those guns,” someone else chimed in. “You’re a lucky guy,” she remarked to Jasper.

A surprising fuss was made over Connor’s appearance which left him a bit uncomfortable. He hadn’t quite realized the extent to which his coworkers were paying attention to his body and now he felt self conscious, wishing he had worn a looser fitting shirt. At least four people took this as an opportunity to squeeze Connor’s bicep which was beginning to feel a bit invasive.

“Sorry to put you on the spot like this,” said Eric, a kind and rather fat middle aged man. “I think between a desk job and settling into middle age some of us are feeling… well we’re feeling the snugness of our jeans!”

“Tell me about, I’ve been with company three years,” said one man, “fifteen pounds the first year, twenty the next, and then forty fucking poundslast year! Can you believe it?”

“Same here,” said a woman Connor had never met before, “I can’t even utter the number… I’ll just say I’m in a completely different wardrobe from when I started.”

“This job will do it to yah, so watch out!” Eric continued, “Don’t wanna end up like us fatsos.”

Jasper silently squeezed Connor’s ass, secretly pleased by this conversation but changed the subject nonetheless as he could tell Connor was getting uncomfortable. Jasper wondered to what extent these words were true. Perhaps Connor would grow plump all on his own, without Jasper’s lavish meals.

Connor felt like he could finally breathe when the subject of conversation finally moved on. He guzzled down his beer and cracked another one and before he knew it food was being served. The barbecue was delicious and there was every fixing under the sun. Ribs and chicken and links were complemented with mac salad, cole slaw, and cornbread. It was all beyond tasty and Connor found himself going back for seconds and thirds. There was enough food to feed an army and Connor wasn’t the only one digging in.

A silence befell the group as they chowed down. From an outsider’s perspective Jasper was somewhat surprised. These people really liked to eat. He supposed this wasn’t bad company for Connor to be in, but it was a far cry from his own firm. Still, he enjoyed watching Connor enjoy himself, piling his plate high round after round.

By the time all was said and done, Connor was beyond bloated. His biceps weren’t the only thing his Polo shirtwas straining around. In fact, it was beginning to ride up just a sliver beneath his overstuffed belly. Jasper noticed immediately, but bit his tongue. What Connor didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.