Chapter 7

As winter gave way to spring, Robbie continued to grow. By mid May he crossed the 200 pound mark. When he stood on the scale and showed Mallory the numbers, she squealed with delight. She grabbed his hand and pulled him into the bedroom where she made passionate love to him. It was a 45 pound gain that went mostly to his belly, but some also went to his expanding love handles. Mallory loved grabbing his handles and his belly. She hadn’t thought of herself as a chubby chaser before, but now she knew that fat was where it was at for her. Now it wasn’t just about helping Robbie fill out a little. And helping him get the promotion was no longer her priority. Now she knew that she wanted Robbie to be a big, big man. Whenever she imagined him at 250 pounds, or maybe even 300 pounds, she got weak in the knees and she wanted to pounce on his ever softening body.

The next Saturday Heather and Dennis came over to grill burgers. Dennis and Robbie were in the back yard drinking beer and starting up the grill. “Looks like you’ve gotten comfortable with marriage,” Dennis joked. “I’m not judging, of course,” he continued, patting his own belly. “In fact, I put on weight right away when Heather and I got married. Just took you a little longer I guess.”

“To be honest, Dennis. It was a business decision. I’m trying to get ahead in my company and fitting the corporate image,” patting his own belly, “seemed like it would help.”

“Wow, that’s a new reason for gaining weight. So now that you’ve put on a few, how do you like it? I know that you were super dedicated to exercise.”

“You know, I first thought of it as making a sacrifice for our financial future. But now, I’m enjoying it. Mallory loves to feed me and,” Robbie looked to make sure the girls weren’t listening, “she seems to love the new me. Sex has been awesome.”

Mallory and Heather were inside making the sides for dinner. “It looks like your plan is working, Mallory,” Heather said, grinning. “I never thought I’d see Robbie growing a belly.”

“He’s over 200 pounds now, and I’m keeping him well fed.”

“How big do you want him to get, girl? He already weighs almost as much as my Dennis.”

Mallory was quiet for a moment and looked out the back window to be sure the boys couldn’t hear them. “I’m not sure, Heather. I love fattening him up. I love grabbing his new fat. The sex is better than ever. All I know is that I want him bigger. Maybe a lot bigger.”

“Hmmm. Maybe I need to start fattening up Dennis some more. I’d forgotten how much fun it was fattening him up when we first got married. When he kind of plateaued, I figured that he was at the right weight for him. But now that you’re talking about fattening up Robbie more, I’m kind of turned on at the idea of fattening up Dennis.”

Mallory raised her glass of wine. “To our chubby hubbies.”

Heather clinked her glass to hers, “And to them getting chubbier.” They drank and Heather went on. “What about you? You said that once Robbie filled out you’d relax your diet some.”

“Oh, I will, believe me. You have no idea how hard it’s been to resist scarfing down the decedent meals I’ve been fixing. I’ll eat a half serving of what I give Robbie, and then I give him seconds, sometimes thirds. I think when he’s gained 50 pounds, and he’s almost there, I’m going to let myself enjoy getting full. We’ll see if Robbie likes extra padding on me as much as I like it on him.”

“Dennis has no complaints about my curves,” Heather responded. “I gained 15 pounds when I was fattening him up, and he seemed to like it. In fact, I put on another 5 over the winter, and he hasn’t said a word.”

Mallory again raised her glass. “To chubby hubbies who like chubby wives.”

“Cheers!”