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If you asked Kyle way back in fourth grade what he wanted to be when he grew up, he'd give you three different answers.
A doctor, a lawyer, or a basketball player.
A house husband was the very last on his list. Scatch that– it wasn't even near the list.
But now at forty-three ; he's not that upset about it. Kyle couldn't be happier . Living in a lavish beautiful home on the East coast, and married –
To Eric Cartman.
It was a shocker to most; his friends, family, even himself at one point, but it just made sense oddly enough. There was something that always attracted Kyle to Eric. His sporadic ideas, his way to get all the attention on him in seconds if he wanted to, even if he say a lot of crude and horrific things. It was the way he can form and build his words to get whatever he desired.
It was so mesmerizing to Kyle.
But there was something else that mesmerized Kyle as well.
Call it a guilty pleasure– a taboo craving Kyle often delved into and was lucky he was able to delve into.
He liked to watch Eric eat . To stuff himself till he was about to burst in the suit he always comes home in after work. Then take him upstairs, hold and press his slimmer body against the warm plush fat of his husband.
Today was no different to the many other days Kyle had secretly enjoyed himself.
Eric had a very important meeting today, owning a sports management company he had a big deal with a famous sports team and having his company become their management. It was a very make it or break it kind of deal for Eric.
But Kyle knew he could do it. Eric could do almost anything . He could do the mere impossible if he wanted to.
Kyle wanted everything to be perfect . Eric left the house at around nine that morning and Kyle had worked since ten to create the best celebration feast for his chubby husband.
Macaroni and Cheese, mash potatoes and gravy; even perfecting it and making it taste almost like KFC gravy. A rotisserie chicken. And a red velvet cake for dessert.
And would Kyle eat some of it. Yeah sure of course he would. But this meal wasn't for him to eat– it was for him to enjoy the pleasant look on his husbands fat face as he ate.
Kyle was pulling out the cooled decorated red cake from the fridge placing it right onto the dining room table with the rest of the food when he heard the front door open. “Hey! Guess fucking what!” Kyle smiled wide hearing the ecstatic tone of his husband.
Kyle made his way from the kitchen to the front of the house. Seeing Eric taking off his coat and having a bit of trouble. Leaving a stirring in Kyle’s abdomen. “I have to buy another fucking coat fuck’s sake!” He huffed out as he finally got it off and hung it up. “But fuck it! It doesn't matter because guess what !”
Kyle let out a small laugh walking up to Eric and planting a kiss to his cheek. “What big guy?” Wrapping his arms around Eric. A small rush of arousal pumping through him when he couldn't lock his hands together because of Eric's wide frame.
Eric lifted Kyle head by his chin with a big toothy wide smile on his fat face “We sealed the deal.” He said with a laugh holding Kyle tight to his body. “That's great Eric,” Kyle muttered into the fat of Eric's chest. Wanting to almost nuzzle himself into it.
“I have a surprise for you..” Kyle said, meeting Eric's eyes again and the larger man smiled. “Oh really? And what's that?” The lustful look on his face made Kyle snicker. “Not that perv, but something just as good.” Kyle unlatched himself from Eric and took his hand and guided him to the kitchen.
“Did you bake something? Smells like red velvet.” Eric said following close behind. His stomach pressing against Kyle’s back occasionally. Making the stirring in Kyle's abdomen spring to life once more. “And a few other things..”
“Oh wow, did you do all this, for when I got the deal?” Kyle turned with a blush to his face seeing the wide eye and starry look on Eric's face seeing all the food on the table. “Well yeah of course I did.” Kyle walked to the cabinets grabbing plates and cutlery for the both of them.
Eric sat down at the table taking in all the food. “What if I didn't get the deal?” Now Kyle had to laugh, “Dude really? Its you we are talking about, you're a fucking genuis at getting anything you want– why wouldn't they sign with you?”
“And besides–” Kyle placed the plates down before planting a kiss on Eric's head. “If you didn't get it I know you would have loved nothing more than to stuff yourself till you weren't pissed at those assholes for not taking your deal.”
“ God I fucking love you Kyle.”
Having any meal at their house always went the same. Kyle fed Eric first . Eric would joke that since he was the ‘man of the house’ of course he deserved to be fed first. Kyle would always just roll his eyes and point out that they were both men.
But Kyle didn't feed Eric first because he was the breadwinner of their marriage. It was because he was the most distracted . When he was served first.
He’d eat and Kyle would watch . Taking sneaking glances that may or may have not turned into full blown longing stares if Eric was too lost in eating.
And while Eric got lost in eating.. Kyle got lost watching him eat. It was about watching Eric enjoy himself, enjoy himself to the fullest . To let him stuff himself till he couldn't anymore.
Because the prize of Kyle pressing his body against that chubby body of his husband was much more delicious than the food Kyle spent hours slaving away over.
“--Kylee..?” Kyle jumped at the sound of his name looking at his husband. “D-did you say something?”
“ Well–” Eric started with a smirk brewing on his lips. “I was telling you about how amazing this gravy you made was but you seemed to be.. distracted .” Kyle's face was flush. He felt like a deer caught in the headlights.
“Uh.. no. No, I'm good.” Kyle shook his head, his eyes shooting down to stare at his own plate. “Are you sure? ” Kyle only took a glance at Eric only to see that smirk was still resting on his lips.
“If you wanted to skip dinner and head straight to dessert you could have said so..” Kyle just seemed to feel his face and body grow hot from the steaming embarrassment the more Eric spoke. “D-desert’s on the table asshole..” He kept his gaze away from Eric once again. Prodding the food on his plate.
“Well with the way you were staring I only assumed you wanted to skip that too.” Kyle huffed. “Cartman..”
“Hey now you're also a Cartman now aren't you? We are married and it's perfectly normal for married couples to find anything their partner does attractive.”
Shit– Now Kyle really did feel like a deer in the headlights. Caught right in his game. But nope, nuh uh, he was not going to cave in. Eric would probably think it was weird of Kyle to fetishize his body like that..
He needed to think of something to distract from this near call-out on his guilty pleasure of indulgence.
“Your plate is empty, want some more?”
And it worked. Seeing that same starry eyed look and that hungry smile meant that Kyle was in the clear. But for how long?
By the time Eric finished his second helping Kyle offered him more. Kyle was barely finished with his own second helping when he gave Eric his fourth.
It was another thing he enjoyed so much, Eric being such a quick eater, shoveling it all down to barely give himself a break; the stirring in Kyle's body kept increasing more and more.
It was just becoming more and more of a challenge for Kyle to look away fast enough. Eric didn't verbally point out that he saw Kyle staring a bit too long. But the ways their eyes met every so often Kyle knew that Eric knew something was up.
After Eric's fifth plate he leaned back, unbuttoning his vest and let out a long heavy pleased sigh. “Wow Kyle you’ve done it again. ”
Kyle couldn't help but smile at those words. He had hadn't he? But he really couldn't help himself. Fattening Eric up and seeing that pleased look and feeling that plump round body was heavenly .
“But I think I’m done honestly, I’m thinking we head upstairs an-”
“Are you sure you're done? We haven't even had the cake yet.” Kyle asked and once again Kyle thought he got figured out. That Eric just caught him and knew exactly what he had been up to for the last few years of their marriage.
The way Eric’s eyes narrowed, staring intensely his way, studying his body trying to find some sneakiness to him.
Kyle tried to stay calm. Watching the way Eric eyed him then the cake. Taking one last look at him he sighed with a small grin. “You know, sometimes I hate how well you know me.”
It was a fresh breath of air to be in the clear. That breath of air was even fresher getting to see him eat once more . Kyle smiled, getting up to get a knife to cut the cake. With his back turned Eric couldn't see the shift in expression as Eric spoke again.
“You know… it's almost like you like watching me eat and get all fat.” Kyle’s hand stopped reaching for the knife. His mind flatlined at those very words. Eric was on to him. Just moments away from catching Kyle in his dirty pleasure of watching his husband. “Hah.. don't be ridiculous.. I mean that just sounds– weird doesn't it?” Then it seemed his brain started to turn and work again. Continuing his previous action of trying to fill his husband up.
If Eric agreed Kyle could keep this fetish of his hidden and at bay… but if he didn't Kyle wasn't sure what would happen next…
When Kyle turned he saw Eric staring at him . Cat-like sly smirk on his face, palm of his hand keeping his chin rested upon it. The heat that grew on Kyle’s face when he was faced away only grew hotter staring at Eric.
“I don't know Kyle.. does it? ”
Eric was on to him . Eric was cornering Kyle till he fessed up. And he won't.
Kyle huffed walking back to the dining table and began cutting the cake. “I don't want to talk about this. ” Kyle doesn't want to talk about how he just caught making something so innocent so– so normal; and turn it into something depraved and dirty .
“Oh come on Kyle! There is something up with you when it comes to me eating..” Eric said which only made Kyle grit his teeth. A bit from anger, a bit from the burning embarrassment of being borderline caught. “There is nothing up with me. I just want you to enjoy my cooking.”
Kyle put the slice of cake in front of Eric and it seemed to quickly shut him up but only momentarily.
“I’m going to figure it out, you know.”
Kyle rolled his eyes. “Theres nothing to figure out”
After Eric ate three slices of the red velvet cake he was fully done . “Seriously Kyle, if I ate any more I’d burst .”
That was the buzz word for Kyle. The word that always made his cock stirr in a whirlwind perfect arousal . Kyle pressed his lips to Eric's. Trying to hold in the desire of just getting on his lap, pressing his hand to Eric's still digesting stomach and pressing his lips harder to his fat husband’s lips. “Why don't you head up to our bedroom to lay down, I’ll clean up.”
Kyle pressed just one more kiss to Eric's lips still tasting some of the frosting and cake on them. Eric got his fill and now it was Kyle ’s turn .
“Mmm.. help me up Kyle?” Those.. were new words. Eric usually didn't have trouble on his own when it came to getting up. Only sometimes in bed. But this was new – and dangerous with the intense feeling in his stomach and the half of a hardon he had in his pants.
Wrapping his hands around Eric's forearm; Eric used his other free hand to steady himself on the table and with strained effort Kyle helped Eric get up from the chair he was seated in.
“God..” Eric said with a strained breath as he got up.
Kyle felt his heart thumping against his chest. It was a surprise Eric couldn't feel it when he wrapped his big arms around Kyle pulling him close. “Mm.. You are seriously, good at what you do..” Eric's hands gliding along down Kyle’s back to grab at his ass.
“ Cooking isn't that hard you know.” Kyle said with a smirk.
“But why would I if you're here to do it?” Kyle swiped Eric's hand away. “Just go upstairs fatty.” He said with one final kiss before he went to put everything away.
Hearing the heavy steps of Eric retreating upstairs Kyle let out a shaky sigh. “ Oh god.. ” He muttered softly.
Kyle was more worried about how Eric would really react if Kyle told him that he liked stuffing Eric full. That he loved the way his plump belly felt. So soft and round so perfect–
A groan slipped out, a mixture of burning arousal and pure pained embarrassment. Kyle needed to control himself. Keep this all to himself.
Kyle tried to distract himself from his fighting thoughts by putting the food and dishes away. Placing all the food into tupperware that Kyle knew Eric would probably get into late in the night. But even that brought the thoughts back.
Once everything was away and he started the dishwasher he headed upstairs. Kyle tried to keep himself calm, cooled but it was so hard – he was already half hard and the crippling desire to just pounce on his flabby husband was getting too hard to resist.
Especially when he walked into their room.
Seeing his husband there sprawled out on the bed, his vest, pants, shoes and socks all removed and laid messily on the floor at the foot of the bed leaving him in just his white button up and boxers. His eyes were closed and he had his hand to his large stomach. Kyle watched as it rose and fell. His prickling arousal was now a stabbing pinch to his gut.
Then he got caught .
“Like what you see?” Kyle’s eyes shot from Eric’s stomach to meet his eyes. Fuck– “I.. I don't know what you're talking about..” Kyle folded his arm and tensed up. “Just get on the bed..” Eric said with a fatigued laugh, feeling exhausted from the amount of food he ate. Kyle knew it and Kyle loved it but hated that he did.
He made his way to the bed sitting down on it. “Come on Kyle don't be all bitchy at me, come lay down.” With an eyeroll Kyle laid down. Arms still crossed staring up at the ceiling.
Kyle just knew if he looked at Eric in anyway he would not meet his eyes first.
He would make eye contact with that putriding gut that looked so close to popping out of that white button up shirt.
“ Kyleee come oonn!” Eric whined “I work hard and I just want a cuddle and kiss from my husbannndd !”
Kyle pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a big sigh and his arms fall from the tense fold they had. Getting up and leaning over Eric and giving him a kiss. “I work hard too asshole.” Kyle mumbled into it.
Eric's large arms wrapped around Kyle pulling him and pressing him closer to his body. “ Oh of course you do..” Eric pressed a kiss to Kyle's cheek, then jawline. “work hard fattening me up to get your rocks off huh?”
Kyle knew it , he knew he got caught–
Kyle sat up, hands pressed to Eric's chest. “E-excuse me?!” His face was fucking red almost as red as his hair at the full on call out . “I-i.. i don-” His eyebrows tightened together anger and embarrassment swirled together in his core as Eric interrupted his short circuiting brain.
“Kyle, we have been married for 16 years you can't hide anything from me at this point.” Eric's smirk grew as Kyle’s frown deepened. “N-no that is not true– you're wrong .”
Eric raised a brow. “Oh am I now? Well Let's put it to the test .”
Then Eric began to unbutton his shirt. Starting from the bottom .
And Kyle watched. Kyle was watching with such an intense craving want . Watching as that soft milky plump stomach was uncovered from that shirt. Kyle felt like he couldn't breath, he couldn't till he touched it.
“See Kyle, what I see is a sneaky boy who thought he could hide his little fetishes from his husband.” Kyle made one quick glance at Eric then immediately retreated back to looking at his stomach. Getting the flash of that ‘I fucking caught you’ look was to much.
One of Kyle’s wrists was grabbed and guided down to Eric's stomach. His breath exhaling out of his nose shakingly as his hand inched closer and closer to his stomach.
“Is this why you stuff me full every day? Cause you get your little thrill? To feel my big stomach pressing against you Kyle?”
Kyle only let out a little grunt. His hand was so close to Eric's stomach. Touching it and squishing and really getting his hands in there– But Eric’s guiding movement of Kyle’s hand stopped.
“If you want to touch it Kyle you have to ask me ~” Yep. Of course there would be a catch. The catch of Kyle admitting this secret guilty pleasure and letting it all out into the open.
Kyle let out a low strained moan. “C-can I touch?” Taking a glance at Eric. “You can ask a lot nicer than that~.” Kyle glared his way. “ Please can I touch your stomach babe ?”
Smirk still on Eric's face he spoke. “Of course you can baby~” Eric let go of Kyle’s wrist, allowing Kyle free range .
Nerves and greedy arousal filling Kyle’s head as his hand pressed against Eric's stomach gently. Feeling the soft pillow plumpness of his stomach. It was heavenly.
Kyle quickly brought his other hand to Eric's stomach pressing and rubbing his hands all over it.
It had to be a dream. No way that this was actually happening that Kyle got the opportunity that he only had countless of wet dreams about for god knows how many years of this marriage.
“Enjoying yourself?” Eric teased with a hint of arousal in the groan he let out.
“Shut up.” Kyle hissed squeezing softly at the plump rounded flesh. “Make me~”
So Kyle did. Leaning his upper body over keeping one hand still on Eric's stomach rubbing with slow circles to it. Kyle pressed his lips hard to Eric's lips.
Occasionally, Kyle stopped the circular rubbing to feel the low rumble of Eric's stomach settling all the food he had eaten. Their kiss pressing deeper, mouths opening and their tongues locked in a dance of a greedy fight.
Kyle’s hand snaked down to the middle of Eric's stomach. Squeezing and pressing down on it, making Eric pull away from the kiss to let out a groan.
Kyle grinned at the sound. “ Enjoying yourself?” Mocking Eric's words from just moments ago. Eric let out a low hum. “I will .. if you ride my cock~”
“If only I get to touch your stomach some more~” Kyle said with a smirk before undressing. “No shit why else would I ask you to ride me?”
“Cause you're lazy ~” Kyle said, once naked he reached over to grab their lube from the nightstand. “Well who's fault is that?”
“You could exercise” Kyle teased as he pulled Eric's boxers down. “And lose this stomach you love so much? I don't think so.”
Kyle rolled his eyes playfully, pouring the lube on Eric's already hardened cock. “What no head? Didn't take you as the type to skip meals Kyle~”
Kyle stroked Eric's cock slow and teasingly, his large husband letting out a moan. “Just excited to get to desert Eric~”
Kyle didn't need much prep. They both fucked like rabbits basically. Kyle pushed Eric's stomach up and got in between his soft squishy and large thighs, angling Eric's cock right at his entrance and lowering his body, his cock entering Kyle.
They both groaned simultaneously, Kyle placed both of his hands on Eric's stomach, squishing and playing at it as he rode Eric's cock. Bouncing his hips up and down as he got his fill of Eric's cock and stomach.
“ Hng..-- You know maybe I should let you fatten me up if it gets you this horny.” The words made Kyle moan. “ God don't fucking tempt me~” Eric let out a moan like laugh. “Haven’t I tempted you enough ? Riding my cock while you're playing with my stomach like a kid with playdoh after you spent all day cooking me such amazing food~ It's cute~”
Kyle's hips started to move faster as his hands rubbed and pressed more onto Eric’s stomach; a low moan came from his large husband as he panted out. “J-just trying to be a good h-husband ..~”
“O-oh and you certainly a-are~” Eric groaned out. “But ever-every good husband n-needs his fill too doesn't he~?” Eric's thrusted his hips up. Kyle felt and watched as Eric's flubbery body jiggled and moved with his movements, feeling the press of Eric’s cock hitting his prostate. “F-fuck god right there”
Eric kept thrusting up. “Go ahead baby, get your fill , touch my stomach while I’m cumming in you~” Kyle groaned at the words, the image of it– the craving feeling of wanting that from his fat husband.
Kyle's speed of his hips picked up faster, feeling the build up of his soon rising orgasm. Feeling the bounce and wave of Eric’s stomach on his hands he squished and rubbed at Eric's stomach some more.
“ Fuck – Eric I’m close~” Kyle panted out giving Eric's stomach another deep squeeze.
“Y-yeah?” He moaned under Kyle. “Cum on my stomach baby~” Eric's hips stilled, but Kyle’s didn't; he knew Eric got tired and was already fatigued from the meal he had eaten from before. So Kyle continued to have his meal.
Riding faster and faster Kyle’s head tilted back, a loud moan coming from his lips as his orgasm reached its peak.
Giving one last squish and squeeze to Eric's stomach Kyle came, his cock shooting all across Eric's stomach. Soon after Kyle came, Eric did right after. Filling him up as his head tilted back as well deep into the pillow his head rested on.
Both of them taking a few seconds to regain their breaths Kyle moved first. Removing Eric's cock from inside of him and laying next to Eric. Wrapping one arm loosely around him.
“That was sweet ” Eric said first and Kyle laughed at the words. “Sweeter than the cake?”
“Hmmm almost~” Kyle slapped Eric’s side playfully. “Asshole~” Kyle said with a teasing tone “Aw but you loveee me~” Eric teased back at him.
“Mm yeah I do~” Kyle nuzzled his face into the crook of Eric’s fat neck a huge smile on his face.
“Hey so I was thinking next time.. I’ll be on top ~” Kyle’s face heated at the very idea. The very arousing idea.
“Think you have enough stamina for i-”
Then Eric burped in his ear. “Aw gross!!” Kyle pulled himself away. “Aw come on! Don't bitch at me! At least I didn't burp while we were making out and you were rubbing my stomach!”
Kyle feeling disgusted after Eric's belch he got up from the bed. “Ay! Where are you going!?” Eric shouted sitting up slowly
“To shower! I have cum in my ass! Also you need one too get up!” Kyle said grabbing Eric's arm and pulling him out the bed to get him up. “Ugh but why can't we just sleeep we can clean the sheets tomorrow~”
“You mean I clean the sheets tomorrow? Yeah no thanks, come on.”
“Fineee– still serious about being on top next time!”
“Whatever you say fatty~”
Really– Kyle didn't mind being a house husband. He enjoyed taking care of his fat hard working husband. As long as he got to feel his fat plump body everyday Kyle couldn't have any complaints.