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It had taken Jimmy Pesto asking Bob if he “had been dipping into his supply,” before Linda noticed a difference. When she noticed it was like a train had hit her, scattering the pieces of a puzzle in just the right way. She saw it when they went to bed, the way the blanket passed over more. She felt it when she hugged him, arms pressing against his sides, the sheer amount of give there felt so familiar yet so new. She heard it when they were going up the stairs after the restaurant closed, the way his breathing seemed to become laboured quicker than usual.
He never was one to hit the gym, he hadn’t been in the over 20 years they had been married. He had never been “in shape.” He did have a shape though, and while that shape changed throughout the years, it stayed predominantly round. He always had a bit of a gut on him, but Linda found it adorable. His lack of muscle tone and soft middle made for a non-threatening, cute rendition of a man. She had loved his almost teddy-bear-like appearance since the moment she met him.
His weight had fluctuated throughout the years but he never ended up lighter than before. It was the snowball effect happening in real life before their eyes. When the first of their kids, Tina was born, he ballooned. All his focus was on their first child, nothing mattered but her survival, he was terrified to be a new father, everything felt wrong even when the parenting books said it was right. Takeout or food cooked straight from their grill became the only thing they would eat. The year Tina was born was the year Bob found out he was a stress eater. Nothing had ever been more terrifying and exhausting, yet rewarding.
— 1994 —
202
The scale spun way farther than he expected, it all but yelled when he stepped on it a year after Tina’s birth. Yeesh. 40lbs in a year? That wasn’t… too bad, Bob reckoned. He looked at himself in the mirror; he didn’t look 200lbs, did he? He looked tired, sure, that was expected of any new parent. Fat? Also not surprising. His cheeks had filled out, double chin a permanent feature on his face, getting past the point that it was only around in those unflattering moments no one ever noticed.
Linda still walked in and hugged him from behind, nuzzling her face in the crook of his neck, kissing his shoulder and cheek to his blurred jawline.
“What’s my handsome man looking solemnly in the mirror about? Huh? What’s he thinking?” She asked, peppering kisses along his neck. He looked down to find her arms could barely fit around his middle, hands barely meeting.
He was fat, and he looked it.
“Linda I…ah…” He glanced at the mirror again and watched his wife nuzzle his neck and kiss him everywhere she could reach. She loved him, she didn’t mind his weight or she wouldn’t be touching him like that. He decided against saying anything. “Nothing, just deciding whether I have to shave tomorrow.”
“Oh you do Bobby, it's already getting sharp and poky!” She said as one of her hands previously around his stomach went to his face, dragging against his cheek. “Owch!” She teased.
“I’ll make sure to shave tomorrow morning.” He chuckled, grabbing her free hand and kissing it.
“Good! I won’t kiss ya if you don’t!”
— 2001 —
185
Was the weight he got to a few years after Louise was born, completely unintentionally. He had gotten the hang of parenting, none of his children were infants anymore. Toddlers were a completely different beast he wasn’t ready for but he was pretty confident they had gotten past the scary stage. That took some pressure off his shoulders as a parent. Linda was finally back in the kitchen cooking them dinner. (Not in a misogynistic way). He hadn’t been intentionally losing weight but he noticed after a while his weight stayed hovering around the 185 mark, never going below 180.
He had started at 162.
The numbers didn’t matter to him, really, but it was interesting that he could never lose those last 20lbs that would get him back to his pre-parental weight. He thought it was funny how steady Linda’s weight stayed. She was the one having the children for Chrissake but his weight fluctuated way more than hers did. She gained and lost the same 15lbs every child, she had no problem snapping back to her pre-pregnancy looks with some light exercise and breastfeeding. It was impressive, he was almost jealous but then he remembered what she had to go through as a mother and converted that jealousy to appreciation.
— 2014 (present) —
Their fancy digital scale Linda insisted on getting after seeing an infomercial on late night tv recorded every single time someone stepped on the scale. It wasn’t right but she found herself going on her phone in the morning before Bob got up, she knew he occasionally weighed himself by habit. She scrolled through all of her records until she found a weight that wasn’t hers. Ten days ago.
228
Her eyes widened. How hadn’t she noticed? It had been building for a couple years, slowly. Metabolism winding down as he approached his 40s. She looked over her shoulder at him beside her in bed. He had been hogging more of the blanket, she thought he was just being an ass but he had just been taking up more of it. She closed the app and placed the phone down. He knew about it, he had weighed himself merely ten days ago, he knew the number read over 200lbs nearly 230lbs. She was just boggled by how she didn’t notice…
She supposed she did notice, just not in the traditional way. She had been wanting to have sex with him more within the last year or so, her subconscious was liking the new Bob she had. She thought about how sexy she found him as she reached under the bed and grabbed a photo book with all the memories of the kids growing up, film photos abundant and riddled with red eyes from the primitive flash.
She slowly slid to sit up as she opened the photo book, clamping the book light, (she also got off an infomercial) on the cover, creating just enough light to see without waking Bob. The books hadn’t been opened for years, collecting dust under her bed. There were the curated, custom scrapbooks that she made during that phase in her life that everyone saw. They saw the cutest moments, but there were hundreds of other memories that didn’t make the curated cut.
Her smile grew as she saw her children, so young… and them too! She gasped softly at a photo of her and Bob around a firepit, it must’ve been from just before she started to show. Their smiles were wide, Bob held a bottle of beer while she held a plain water bottle, a testament to her positive pregnancy test just weeks before. They looked so cool, so 90s, with her big blowout and wispy bangs. They looked devastatingly young, faces free of the wrinkles that crept in faster than either of them noticed. The most drastic change was Bob himself, he had never been skinny but comparing him back then, he looked so thin. Her hands betrayed her as she kept flipping through the chronological book of memories. She watched him get bigger until he was holding their swaddled first child, nearly at the weight he was today. Off by 20lbs or so.
She closed the book and slid it back under the bed.
She would NOT question why this revelation was making her feel insatiably horny.
She prayed Bob wouldn’t wake up with the slight shaking of the bed.
—
“MOM! GENE IS STEALING MY SLIME AND GETTING IT DIRTY!!!!” Louise shrieked as she ran into the kitchen, clear purple slime covered in hair and dirt in her hand. Gene ran in after.
“It can’t stay clean forever!” He yelled.
“Gene, don’t ruin your sister's stuff.” Linda said as she grabbed the slime from Louise and washed all the dirt off, handing it back to her. “No slime at the breakfast table, put it back in its jar.”
“Thank you mommy!” She said as she fluttered her eyelashes at her mom, then snapped a glare at Gene. Linda worked on breakfast, Bob wasn’t at the table yet so she took the time to make his plate extra special, she loaded it with eggs topped with butter, plenty of bacon and one more sausage than she usually plated for him.
“Bobby!” She called. “Breakfast!” She slid his plate into the spot he always sat.
Louise jumped into her spot at the table, “Woah that’s a big plate for d-”
“SHHT! Enough Louise. Your father needs the energy to run the restaurant all day.” Linda said, back turned to her youngest.
“Pfft, yea, right.” Louise scoffed. “He sure has a lot of ‘energy’ stored, not sure if he needs more in there.” She giggled.
“Louise! Don't talk about your father like that.”
Bob shuffled into the kitchen a moment later, dark stubble covered his cheeks and the sleep hadn’t been wiped from his eyes. His robe was open, exposing the tight white tank top below, the shadow of his belly button visible. It was obscenely tight on him. Dark hairs poked out at the rounded neck of the shirt like an animal trying to get out of it’s cage. Sitting at the breakfast table, his eyes lit up as he looked at his plate.
“What’s the occasion?” He asked, digging in before getting an explanation.
“No occasion, why?” She asked innocently, shooting a glare at Louise who giggled as she got her plate.
“Mmmh.” Bob’s mouth was full as he tried to speak. “Mh just so- mgood.”
“I love ya, Bobby!” She said, patting his shoulder. “That’s the occasion.”
Gene and Tina joined and soon the family was having breakfast together. No one's plate looked as good as Bob’s and Louise took a mental note. Just as Linda was sitting down, Bob had finished his plate.
“Uh- Linda- is there any more bacon?” He asked.
Louise held her breath.
“Yea, I think so Bobby! Gimme ya plate.” She grabbed it and went over to the stove. “More eggs?” She asked, scoop already taken.
“Uhh… yea sure, why not. It was so good this time.” He said, Louise’s eyes widened as she watched her father get almost another whole breakfast put in front of him. She saw a small sliver of butter on top of her father’s eggs and she narrowed her eyes.
“Why’s dad get extra butter in his eggs and I don’t?” She asked.
“That’s how he likes it, Louise.” Linda answered before Bob could get a word in.
“But-” She started, but Linda interrupted.
“I can add some to yours if you like.”
“Hmm… no, I’m okay.” Louise declined.
“Well then why’d you ask?”
Louise shrugged and giggled to herself, waiting for breakfast to be over. She squirmed in her seat and jumped out when Linda got up. She ran to her room as fast as she could to get ready for school. Linda looked to Bob, both of their faces contorted in confusion, a shrug came from Bob who continued to eat his second helping and Linda pretended like she wasn’t itching to get his ill fitting clothes off.
—
“What’s up with you, Louise?” Gene asked once they were at school. “I’ve never seen you run to get ready for school. You hate school.”
Tina added; “Yeah, that was weird.”
“I think Mom wants dad to be bigger.” She said plainly. “I saw something today, something weird. She gave him an extra sausage, more of everything else, and put butter on his eggs! Who the hell puts butter on top of eggs? When have you ever seen that? There’s no tradition, you don’t just put butter on eggs! The eggs are cooked in enough butter! Dad has never asked for that! And dad’s been putting on weight recently. Huh? Make sense?”
“Mayb-” Tina started but Louise’s hyperactivity interrupted.
“I mean I’m not complaining.” She giggled. “Dad’s been more fun to cuddle with, I like to curl up on him, he’s so warm and soft, he’s waaaay better than my bed.”
“Maybe Mom’s trying to make him like a pillow so she can sleep better.” Tina finally got her word in.
Gene chimed in, “He can't be a pillow! He’s a Human!”
“But humans can be soft like pillows… Tina, I think you’re onto something.” Louise concluded, walking ahead of the group proudly feeling fulfilled in starting their next investigation.
—
“Bobby, get over here!” Linda called as the lunch rush lulled in the restaurant. “I need you.” Her tone went sinister as she stood in their little service closet with her shirt off, waiting.
“What’s u-oH!” Bob stopped in his tracks when his eyes laid on Linda’s bare chest. “You don’t- wear a bra? I-I- uh- I- thought you did?” He said, words choppy.
“I usually do, but not today Bobby! Today is broom closet sex, I can’t keep my eyes off ya! Much less my hands!” She grabbed him by the neck of his shirt and pulled him into the small supply closet with the sink, he closed the door after them. Her fingers made quick work of his apron, tossing it aside to the dusty concrete floor of the closet. She started grabbing at the hem of his shirt to get it off when he pressed his hand against hers to pause.
“U-uh Linda I-I mean what if a uh- a customer comes in?!” He asked nervously, she shrugged and continued to tug at the hem, earning a soft, “oh my god.” From Bob, his face turned red as a beet as he let his wife tug up his white shirt, pulling it off. Neither he or Linda missed when the shirt caught at his substantial chest and made his tits bounce as they were freed from the tight shirt. Jesus, how did his wife look at him? He felt insecure all at once, hands reflexively going to cover his ample chest area.
“BOB! Hands off the goods! Those are mine!” Linda’s demanding hands bumped his aside, replacing them on his chest, she squeezed and played, he had seen her do this a few times before but never this passionately. Typically it was a gentle squeeze but now, she was fondling them as if they were full blown tits. Well, they were, and he felt his face get hotter by the second. Linda was relentless, leaning down and letting her tongue scrape around the nipple, making him shudder, shivers crawling up his spine.
“Oh my god…” He whimpered softly, beginning to really appreciate the feeling.
“Bobby, I need you in me.” Linda whispered in his ear, pulling her pants down, revealing the blue thong she had put on for him. He wasn’t much of a thong guy, but she liked the ritual of seducing him, and the way he had to take them off to access her. His eyes widened and he pressed forward, kissing her lips and grabbing her ass, slowly lowering the lace thong from her hips the way she liked it. Her knees buckled at the feeling of his soft, fuzzy stomach against her torso, and the fact that he couldn’t help it, couldn’t suck it in enough if he tried, and he didn’t. Her hands snaked around to the love handles at his hips, ample and accentuated by his tight work pants. Her hands squeezed and once again she wondered how she didn’t notice the more of him that was there. He was impossibly soft and she groaned as her hands massaged.
His cock had flagpoled in his pants but she hardly noticed as it pressed up against his stomach, nearly hidden by the fat hanging over his pants. He groaned, cock throbbing as she played with his sides. He liked this side of Linda, the side who seemed to be obsessed with his body. It felt good. He knew he had been putting on weight and he wasn’t sure what to do about it. He didn’t think his lifestyle had changed too much, but the weight kept piling on. He had accepted it a month ago, just continuing to live his life, praying his wife wouldn’t make him lose weight. Judging by the way she was touching him, thong soaked all the way through, down to her thighs, she wasn’t minding it either.
He couldn’t take it, he unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down, taking some effort to get them over his hips, only then did they drop to the ground freely. Years ago they would have melted off him the second he… undid his belt. He outgrew that belt once and for all a few months ago. Shame built in his chest but his wife’s immediate grabby hands all over his ass snapped that away.
“Bobby!! Now!” She whined, bucking her hips up as if to reach for his cock. He pressed her against the sink and lifted her up, he wasn’t strong but she wasn’t heavy, her legs wrapped around his soft sides and he got into position. It was a bit harder with his stomach in the way, he had to lift it up to guide his dick, which would be embarrassing if his wife wasn’t already moaning and writhing when his stomach touched her body before he even got in. The sight was beautiful, Linda had her head thrown back before he even slipped it in, finally getting into place and sticking it in made her gasp, moaning loud enough that someone from
the front of the store could undoubtedly hear if they were there.
Luckily no customers- or the kids- came in during their hornfest. It was the best sex Bob had in years, no doubt. Every time was special but they were typically planned, after the kids went to bed, and it wasn’t typically experimental. This was a passion he hadn’t seen in a while, it exhilarated him, made him feel like a desirable man despite the changes his body was going through. It seemed like she liked him even more now, it was refreshing.
When they finished and got dressed again, Linda felt electric. She felt giddy in a way she hadn’t in forever. It was exciting for her to dive into something she had only previously thought about occasionally, and ended up pushing down so far she didn’t even deem it a part of herself. She felt reinvigorated, like a new woman. Bigger men had always been her fancy but her friends growing up laughed and ridiculed her so she assimilated. Being with Bob had always been freeing, his unathletic body like a statement to her peers. She didn’t care, in fact she liked it.
Ginger once asked if she wished Bob was in shape and she shook her head, making Ginger gasp. She questioned Linda so she said it, plain and simple. “Ginger, he’s like a human sized teddy bear! What more could a woman want?” That shut her up, and it was final.
“Oh Bobby…” She sighed, hugging him and pressing her head against his soft chest. They still stood in the utility closet, her knees were weak. “That was incredible.”
“That was really, really good Linda, what got into you?” He asked, stroking her hair, massaging lightly when he reached the scalp, making her eyes roll back into her head again.
“Can’t I just find my handsome stud of a husband hot?” She asked.
He chuckled, “Stud is a reach.” She smacked his chest with the back of her hand.
“It is not, Bobby!” She stood up straight as they started to exit the closet, smacking his ass in the process, making him yelp.
As they walked out, Linda was adjusting her glasses when a customer rang the bell. She jumped, fluffing and messing with her hair as she ran out from the back. She swiped her ordering pad and pen from underneath the bar, sliding over to their customer.
“I am so, so sorry! How can I help you?”
—
Dinner for the next few weeks had an odd twist to it, the tension between Linda and Bob turned downright dirty right in front of their kids. Linda served Bob an almost absurdly large plate of whatever was for dinner and said the same thing every time, “For my big, strong man.” With a wink to her husband. He almost always asked for seconds, and she’d always gasp and ask if he liked her cooking that much, to which he would usually say something like, “It’s irresistible, you really know the way to a man’s heart.”
It was weird, to say the least. It was like a strange courting dance couples might do in the honeymoon phase, not something a couple married for 20 years would do, unless it was a weird sex thing.
Louise called a kids meeting on her bed that she turned into a secret fort with couch pillows and her blanket. In her mind, it was an FBI secret base, investigating parental units.
She spoke, lit only by a flashlight in the center of the fort as if she were telling a scary story, “It’s getting worse you guys, what even was that? Every night?!”
“It seems to be a mating ritual.” Tina said.
“How though? Birds court through fancy feathers and fancy dances, other animals court with gifts… I guess food could be the gift. But dad keeps saying mom knows the way to his heart… what’s that phrase again?”
Gene piped up, “The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach! It’s true, if a woman cooked for me like mom does, I’d snap her up in a heartbeat!”
Louise groaned, “But they’re already married!!! Maybe they have to renew vows and she’s trying to make sure he renews!”
“Louise that’s not how that works-“
“This is MY investigation Tina.”
“Yeah but-“
“Well, what if he doesn’t want to renew vows?” Louise questioned.
“Then mom and dad would have to get a divorce.” Tina answered.
Gene spoke again, “But dad seems to really be liking it, I guess it’s working for her.”
“How long do you think she has to do it for?” Asked Tina.
“I don’t know… OH! Maybe she’s just fattening him up for winter, it is September, the cold is coming and she wants her bed to be extra warm!”
“Louise, I think you got it!” Gene exclaimed.
“But then why’s it so… sentual?” Tina interjected.
“I don’t know. Mom and dad are just weird, I cracked the case!!!” Louise exclaimed. “TICKLE FIGHT!!!!” She launched at Gene who squirmed before he was even touched. The fort she built came crashing down, Tina managed to escape the carnage unharmed, running back to her room as the Gene wailed for help.
She passed their parents bedroom and happened to glance in through the crack in the door, what she saw made her freeze in place. Their mom was face first in their dad’s chest, pressing his chest together and blowing, shaking her head as her lips made a noise akin to a motorboat, hence the name of what she was doing. Tina couldn’t take her eyes off of what was going on, her mother motorboating her father’s chest. It was absurd, obscene, but she couldn’t help but stare.
Ways to turn this situation into erotic friend fiction ran through her head. When their mother seemed to slow down she scattered off to her room, picking up her pen and a new notebook.
“Lin- did you- hear that?” Bob whispered to his wife. She peeked her head up, cheeks and lips red from where his chest hair irritated the skin.
“What Bobby? It’s not the kids, listen to them.” She said, letting the all but silence speak for her as they heard Gene and Louise playing.
Linda couldn’t keep her hands off Bob especially after dinner. Their little ritual got her going faster than the idea of sex itself. She bore down on his wide hips, his stomach rubbing against her clit when she went up and down, she was jostling him around a little and he groaned softly.
“Hey, careful, I-“ Bob burped into his hand and smiled sheepishly. “I ate a lot, Lin, be careful with me.”
“Oh I know you did, good boy, but I have no intention of being careful with you, Bobby!” She whispered loudly, launching herself down over him to kiss up his neck and double chin.
Bob blushed at “good boy,” she knew he loved when she said that, and she had been saying it more and more often. He leaned into the touch she was giving him, catching her mouth in a kiss when she came up from his neck.
“I have something special for you.” She said, getting off him for a moment and reaching into the side table. She grabbed a spray can of whipped cream.
“You’re gonna whip cream my tits? My dick isn’t exactly accessible that way, unless I hold-“ He was cut off when the nozzle of the can was pressed against his lips. “O-oh-“ That mouth movement was enough for Linda to get the tip in and spray whipped cream into his mouth, his eyes widened as his mouth filled up, he swallowed it promptly. “Huh?” He asked.
“Are you gonna be a good boy for me?” She asked, he nodded, eyes wide and bewildered. She tapped his lip with the nozzle and he opened up his mouth, she sprayed in another helping.
“Lin- why-“ He asked, speech choppy.
“You’re so pretty when ya eat, Bobby.” She said.
“This isn’t exactly a meal-“
“Whipped cream is high in calories-“ She squirted another helping into his mouth, then continued. “- so it is kinda like a meal, and easier to get down for a full belly like yours.” She said.
His eyebrows knit together, processing what he was hearing. It was no secret to him that they’d both- not so silently- agreed to a weird food-sex thing, and Linda kept pushing the nonexistent boundaries of their arrangement. He liked this sexy, confident, bossy side of her and he loved food, so it was a win-win for both of them. He was unfamiliar with what she was doing, and he wasn’t sure if she even knew the script. Her actions felt as though she was winging it, doing what felt right, he found he liked the raw, real side of her he saw.
Back to the moment at hand, he found his lips being tapped again with the nozzle, they involuntarily opened up and he got another squirt of sweet whipped cream. He felt doted on.
“Second dinner, huh?” He asked. “You trying to make me fat?”
“Oh, Bobby, you’re already there!” She giggled, pawing at his chest, putting the whipped cream aside. “I just want to make sure you don’t lose any!”
“I was maintaining it on my own…gaining even! You’re makin’ me gain weight like crazy, Linda.” He blushed, couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth somehow became sexually charged.
Linda’s eyes lit up. “R-really?” She stammered.
“Yea, Lin, you really don’t notice these things until they’re pointed out to you, huh?” Bob chuckled. “Look at me!”
She knew he was feeling a little softer, sure, but she thought her mind was just playing tricks on her. She was tuned into their silent feeding agreement but never tapped into the effects of it. She jumped out of bed, sneaking out to the bathroom to snag the digital scale. When she got back, Bob got off the bed and stepped on it. The cool glass and metal of it pricked his warm feet and he squirmed for a moment before he adjusted.
247 popped up on the scale. She gasped, hand covering her mouth.
“Bobby, fifteen pounds already?” Her eyes were wide. “I-it’s only been a few weeks!”
“Nineteen, actually.” He said, wondering why his dick betrayed him in his boxers.
Her eyes flicked to his tightening crotch. “You like this too, Bobby? It’s- it’s wrong right? How- I- why do I like this?!” She cried out, throwing herself on the bed.
He was silent for a good couple moments while he thought. “I-“ He cut himself off and thought for another bit. “I don’t know why I like it, Lin, but it’s hot.”
“It is!!!” She flopped over. “I thought I just liked your weight itself but… I don’t know, all of it’s hot! The eating, the scale going up, the tight clothes. It’s so hot, Bobby.”
“No I- I know- I don’t understand it either.” He rubbed his face up and down, stepping off the scale and sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at his body. He hadn’t imagined himself getting this fat, he wasn’t sure if anyone did. But there he was, belly firmly planted on his thighs and he… liked it? First bisexual, now this. Not that there was anything wrong with tha- ah you get it.
“So we both like whatever this is?” Linda finally spoke, sitting up.
“Yea… I- yeah.” Bob chuckled. “I love whatever this is.”
Linda snaked her hands around his waist and grabbed his belly, kissing up his neck, nipping up his double chin like she loved to.
“Let’s just take it day by day.” She whispered and nipped at his earlobe, earning a soft moan from him.
“Day by day… but for now, could I get some more of that whip?” He asked, pointing to the canister on the side table.
“Oh! Oh yes Bobby, awh!!” She blushed, he could have easily did it himself but he wanted her to. “Here ya go! Just the way you like it baby!”
She grabbed the canister and squeezed it in his mouth to capacity. She watched the way his eyes fluttered shut as the fluffy, sugary goodness melted on his tongue, calories he didn’t need going straight to his waistline.
She could get used to this.