It’s 9 months later and I think he’s still wearing his 38 x 30 pants, but now his belly definitely hangs over his waistband. A lot. Everything is bigger - his thighs, his chest, his arms, his cheeks, his back, his butt, his belly. If he were to shave his beard, I’m sure I’d see a double chin. I even see the back of his head is chubbier.
The coat that he wore earlier this year - the one his belly hung out of momentarily- no longer closes. The zipper would need a good four inches around his chest alone to have any hopes of zipping… I’m guessing his belly would need at least 5. His belly sticks out a couple inches from the rest of him.
His XL shirts cling to his stomach - you see his belly button through them, you see his nipples through them, you see his love handles and belly bulging over his waistband through them. If he were to lift his arms high enough, you’d see some soft, delicious belly. They ride up even more than they used to when he lays down.
He’s been drinking liquor more… not enough to become a problem, but enough to take a real toll on his waistline… He doesn’t have a night cap everyday, but I’d be willing to bet he has more than one a few nights a week.
I think his mind wanders to food first these days… We were in the car talking about stupid things teenagers do, and I asked him if he had ever done a donut (meaning the kind a teenager would do in their car), and he replied with “I’ve had a donut… I’d eat a donut for you.” That was so hot, because it was completely unprompted - I maybe fed him a few donut holes one time, more than two years ago. It took everything I had not to ask if he’d eat a dozen in one sitting for me. Later we napped together and I turned myself on thinking about feeding him a dozen donuts and how big he could possibly get for me if I was actually pushing any of this… while giving him belly rubs and feeling up every inch of soft, squishy goodness around his middle.
His belly has gotten even more in the way while having sex… I feel it pressed against mine even when he isn’t breathing heavy, thrusting into me, trying to get off. It’s just there, making things harder for him. It’s so hot to see him struggle.
I let him know I think he’s still hot. He asks for belly rubs every time I see him.
Goodness… He’s such a fatass now… 🐽🥵🐖
How did I get so lucky? 💗💗💗