I think I accidentally turned my husband into a growing husband and now I kind of love it

When we first started dating my husband was about 185. Pretty normal build, nothing crazy, but he always had a big appetite. I’ve always loved cooking and feeding people, so naturally I spoiled him a lot. Big dinners, snacks during movies, desserts when we definitely didn’t need them.

At first it wasn’t intentional at all. I just liked seeing him enjoy the food.

But after a while I started noticing little changes. His shirts getting tighter around his stomach. The way his belly would press against me when we hugged. He’d sit back after dinner rubbing his stomach saying he was way too full.

And honestly… I realized I liked it.

Instead of slowing down I kind of leaned into it. Bigger portions, more takeout, bringing him snacks when he said he was already stuffed. Sometimes he jokes that I’m trying to fatten him up.

The funny thing is he’s probably right.

He’s about 235 now and definitely a lot softer than when we met. His belly hangs a bit when he sits and some of his shirts stretch across his stomach now. Every time I notice it I get this weird little sense of pride knowing I helped get him there.

At this point I’m pretty sure we both know what’s happening and neither of us is really trying to stop it.