George Knopf
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I Married a Chef: Chapter 4
🕑 Added 2025-05-25 15:00:09 +0000 UTCElio walked through the front door and made a beeline for the fridge. He grabbed the jug of chocolate milk and started chugging. He was famished and needed something in his stomach immediately otherwise he thought he might pass out. The jug was half full and he polished it off in under a few minutes. Wiping the milk from his lips, he belched so loudly it echoed through the house.
“Is that how you’re always going to greet me after work now?” Raf came waddling out from the living room. It was summer so he wore nothing but a pair of baggy linen pants, the waistline of which was completely eclipsed by his fuzzy overhang. “How was your first day?”
“Exhausting,” Elio panted.
Elio had finally thrown in the towel on the entertainment industry and gotten a job at a startup that was developing a social media platform exclusively for models. He didn’t really need to work anymore given how successful Raf had become, but he wanted something to pass the time. So the startup seemed like a good opportunity.
“I never realized how intense an eight hour work day can be. I had to constantly be on, smiling, talking, and I was actually on my feet half the time. I thought office jobs were supposed to be lazy!”
“So quit, who cares.”
“No, I’ll give it an honest shot first. I’m just tired. I was easily the fattest person there and the salad I self-consciously ate at lunch was not enough fuel for the day.”
“Fuck that. Tomorrow, show them how a real man eats.”
Elio chuckled and undid the fasten on his pants. His underbelly had been rubbing against the metal button all day. Elio’s overhang had thickened considerably and he still was learning the ropes when it came to pants and belt buckles that didn’t rub him raw. He then pulled off his designer T-shirt so he was topless like his husband, his belly and fat pad pushing open the zipper on his jeans. He rubbed his belly and breathed heavily while staring at his oversized husband.
“You horny?”
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“Who is that?”
Elio was training a new employee at work. He had the platform open to a dummy page and was showing the basic user interface.
“Uh,” Elio chuckled, “that’s me.”
“Are you serious?” The trainee looked at Elio with wide eyes and then back at the model on screen.
“Yeah, I used to be a model.”
“How long ago?” The man was still in disbelief.
“Oh, just a few years ago.”
The trainee’s mouth dropped open. “What happened?” he blurted out and then immediately shifted uncomfortably upon the realization of how inappropriate the question was.
“Well,” Elio grinned, “my first mistake was marrying a chef. You know who Raf Giotto is? That’s my husband.”
“Oh, wow! I’m a big fan.”
Elio smiled and continued on with the training. Though he couldn’t help but stare with new eyes at the man on his screen. That version of himself looked chiseled from stone. His six pack, chest, arms were all incredibly cut. Elio hadn’t seen those muscles in quite some time. They were still there he supposed, just completely submerged under a layer of blubber. Even his face looked foreign. The sharpness of his jaw line and the arch of his cheekbones were quite magnificent. Staring at the screen he could see his current visage reflected in the glass, superimposed upon the old photos. He looked fat and puffy. Every feature had been rounded out a bit, the edges softened. In fact, he was somewhat unrecognizable.
Elio’s stomach growled in hunger. Both he and the trainee pretended as though they didn’t hear a thing.
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“Just leave the mess, the cleaner is coming tomorrow. Let’s go to bed.”
Raf had prepared an expansive dinner for the couple which they had just ravenously consumed. It was rare to get Raf in the kitchen these days. He was so busy running three different restaurants that he never had the energy to cook anymore, let alone for Elio. When he was in the kitchen he was the boss and relied heavily on his sous chef. So, this occasion felt special and Elio felt honored to be treated to his husband’s exquisite cuisine. He felt a bit bad leaving the dining room and kitchen such a mess, but oh well.
Raf struggled onto his feet. His weight was starting to become an issue. The last fifty or so pounds had pushed him into new territory. He probably couldn’t even clean the kitchen if he wanted. He was getting so large that his weight was a threat to himself and the objects around him. The couple had to have new toilets installed throughout the house to accommodate his size, along with new reinforced furniture in certain areas. Elio helped him out in the showers on most days. All of his clothes were custom made. The press was reporting on Raf’s size too, though he seemed nonplussed about it.
Elio had recently surpassed 300 pounds, but at his height this didn’t impede his daily life to the same degree as Raf. In fact, Elio still lifted weights on occasion and could even climb a couple flights of stairs if he set his mind to it. Sure, bending over was difficult. Certain tight spaces were out of the question. He could probably clean the kitchen if really wanted to, but there’s no doubt it would have been a workout.
In their bedroom, Raf climbed onto his side of the bed next to his CPAP machine. Elio cuddled up next to him and the two made out while Elio rubbed the great expanse of Raf’s belly. It was getting more difficult to reach past his own belly to love on his hubby’s, but he made the effort. He enjoyed how Raf’s body had become an ocean of fat. It was comforting. Soon enough they both had erections.
Elio reached lower and stroked Raf’s cock. His hand was completely immersed in the soft warm surrounding chub. At one point in time Raf had a sizable dick, but you would never be able to tell that now. Even Elio was losing inches to his own encroaching fat pad. He jerked his husband, sending reverberations through Raf’s gelatinous gut. Elio then positioned himself on his knees, and stroked his own erection with this other hand.
This was their typical position these days: mutual masturbation by each of Elio’s hands. They rarely had butt sex as it was so much work for two men of their size. It was also getting harder for Raf to reach his own manhood, so orgasm became one additional task that Elio took over. With Elio on his knees he could straddle one of Raf’s fatty thighs and admire how their bodies together resembled a series of bulbous rolls. It was just mound after mound of quivering fluff, growing hot to the touch and flushed red with desire.
Next to the bed, on the other side of the CPAP machine, was a picture of the happy couple on their wedding day. Elio was in peak physical condition and Raf a bit husky, a far cry from the two pools of blubber spreading across the king bed grasping at erections buried under excess flab. Elio’s eyes jumped back and forth from the overfed reality jiggling with desire before him and the trim exuberance of his past. The man in that photo could never have imagined this future. Yet Elio knew with all of his heart this was exactly where he was supposed to be.
