#moob husbands

[transingthoseformers]

what IF Fort max was secretly a huge kinky bitch and cerebos and red alert know. She never told em, they just did.

Cue to her being treated so damn well in the berth by the other two and some lovely cuddles afterwards :]

~🍳

That would be so fascinating and sweet yes

[catchingdaydreams]

Peter has a slight obsession with Miguel's moobs....

[someaholic]

Hey so I drew some more g5 Luffy! My style has changed so you have been warned!!!!

I may or may not have made this for one of my moots 🌚 (you know who you are, fellow G5 brain rot)

I just love the idea of him having his tattoos, like COME ON ODA YOUR MISSING OUTTTT. It would add so much to his character :( anyways this was a great excuse to work fmy my anatomy skills, which I'm lacking in. Next is tackling side profiles!!! (The bane of my existence currently)

[britinswe]

husband gave me a #winter #haircut 💇🏼‍♂️

this is my first time having a proper buzz cut. i used to have a lot of love for my hair, but as it’s gradually been leaving, i’m slowly coming to customs with new styles.

[filled-with-fat]

Things I love about being super morbidly obese 🤤🍔🍔🍟🍕🫃

1. Belly rubs. Everyday as my belly grows and widens, it gets softer and squishy, and it’s more enjoyable for my husband to play with it :) … he loves to trace all my stretch marks and push his fingers in my flab.

2. How my face has changed (for the better). I used to be really skinny and my cheek bones were very defined, whereas now my cheeks have obviously gotten fatter, they look like two swollen balloons, that sit above my triple chin. Personally, I think that skinny faces look mean and brutish (even though I’m sure most skinny people aren’t!), while fat faces look kinder and happier. I would dare to say I look more approachable and fun??

3. How huge and sensitive my moobs are! They’re erect almost all the time now, as they look bulbous perched upon my huge belly. I love squishing them and tickling them, they feel so massive and soft!

4. The stares I get in public. Naturally, being my size I get a lot of stares from people in public, disapproving and critical stares. People will occasionally come up to me and remind me how I’m 3x more likely to die young being obese etc etc, and I can never walk past a group of teenage boys without being fat shamed. But honestly this turns me on, and I know it’s a very different experience for a lot of other people my size (so I am definitely not condoning fat shaming!), but for me personally it’s a very sensual experience and reminds me of just how fat I am. I have always wanted to be perceived as some1 who is exceedingly overweight, so when people mock me or stare at me in public, this acts as validation in a way.

5. How good s*x is! I can confirm that it is true … the fatter you are, the more pleasurable s*x is. There’s simply more of me, more rolls and pockets of fat that cover me, thicker thighs and an enormously big butt, and this gives my husband more places to play with. My d*ck is also hidden under my huge hairy fat pad, so when we play down there, it takes longer for my husband to explore all the right areas and s*ck me off, and honestly this gives me so much more pleasure as it just takes longer and my levels of eroticism build. I also think it’s another way of self-validation; when I look at how much space I take up as I saddle my husband, and how my fat swamps his body, I can’t help but be overwhelmed by lust, and my husband loves my body as well, he worships my fat, I feel like my sole purpose is to gain weight for him, I am his sex doll.

I hope this list helps encourage anyone else who has thought about how much better their life would be if they gained weight, to start their journey! I want to say every1 super morbidly obese! :))

[dadgotfat]

Shortly after my friend got engaged, his fiancée confessed he’s always wanted a chubby hubby and asked if my friend would consider putting on some belly weight for him. Initially my friend was taken aback, but since he loves his fiancée (and food), he agreed.

Over the coming months, my friend started constantly overeating and quickly developed such a large appetite he was packing on the pounds without even trying. By the time their wedding day rolled around, he was rocking a big, heavy gut and a developing pair of moobs.

“I never imagined I’d be this fat as a newlywed,” my friend confided to me after returning home from a month-long honeymoon in which he gained even more weight. “Hauling this big belly around is taking some getting used to, but it’s totally worth it since it drives my husband wild.”

[dailyscottsmajor]

Welcome to the DailyScottSmajor blog! We're the Mods for this Blog. We'll be posting something Smajor related everyday (most likely art) Feel free to send us requests and stuff, if you want a specific person to do the request just put our sign off which you can see below. You can also see who's artstyle belongs to who. Please be respectful as this is all just for fun!

Hiya! I'm Achi also known as @ashalsdream

I use they/deity pronouns & sign off with ✨

I've been a member of the mcyt community for around 12 years now & an artist just as long, Scott is a major (no pun intended) comfort to me & I'm CEO of Flower Husbands <3

Hello I'm Moobs/Katherine, im an artist on this blog!

I use any and all pronouns

my main blog is @mooblesandsoups where you'll see more art and even some writings!

You can always recognize me as the 🌼 sign off

I've been a smajor fan for years now so I'm pretty excited to be apart of this blog!

Hello all Scott fans I'm squeaks or known as @flowersformyloves through Tumblr user! I will be known as the 🐸 sign off :3 I adore and worship Scott and will kick my feet and squeal when ever I see him post or fan related stuff on him. I go by any pronouns ^^

I doodle a lot on paper and don't really do fully colored art

I have two styles a silly doodle one and a more detailed one

hi! my name is theseus! i use he/she and write and draw, and i’m a big scott enthusiast! my sign off is 💿 :P

Hello! I'm Kendall, my blog is @ju5tanarti5t I'll be signing off with - 💫 I draw and cosplay (so far only a Scott cosplay but I'm working on more) I'm a huge Scott fan. My pronouns are he/they/she. I don't tend to do doodles and prefer full drawings

[number1salvisloverbiteme]

Uh oh! Reverse route! Austers devil card! +His dumb little husband

Don't mind Austers moobs dude.

[youjustfeelthemforever]

ALRight bestie, can i get uhhh context??? i only know like 2 guys from the incorrect quotes yall are messing around with, who are these guys???? <- wants to know how to picture em lol

also been so fun readiing the shenanigans hahaha

OKAY SO

Uhhh Chrumblr server RP got kinda out of hand haha and now we've got this whole plot and an ever-growing cast of characters that currently consists of

Nia Rosewood - Chaos's oc, everyone's little sister (one is younger than her and that's irrelevant haha)

Venatrix - Vixen and Chaos's shared oc, angry murder girl.

Nightwing, aka Dick Grayson - The big brother, nobody knows his true identity but they get why he's hiding it.

Grillface and Sploto - Kirbe's ocs. Creachers. Sploto is a very cat-like in manner kirbe and Grillface is a thief of a waddle dee.

Arrio McKay, aka Spellblazer - You know the Best Boy (>:D). Did his best to avoid letting people know he was a superhero but ultimately failed when he set his hands ablaze and threatened to light Peter on fire (they don't get along).

Peter Parker, aka Spiderman - Classic Gen-Z, opposes murder (as do a few others), a certified little shit. Doing his best to hide his superhero identity. Hates Arrio as much as Arrio hates him (LET THE RECORD SHOW THAT PETER CAUSED THE INCITING INCIDENTS OF THEIR INITIAL CONFRONTATION).

Matt Murdock, aka Daredevil - Might as well be Peter's dad. Blind but has heightened senses. Helping Peter keep their cover as heroes.

Lieutenant Strike - Moob's Star Wars oc. No-nonsense clone, extremely confused with all these Earthlings. (Why don't they know what a holo-map is??? Are they stupid???) Perhaps not as perpetually angry as she seems to be.

Raoul de Chagny - Terrified sobbing French man who loves his wife.

Christine Daaé - Terrified-but-better-at-hiding-it French (actually Swedish tho) woman who loves her husband. Often tries to stop fights between Peter and Arrio, usually fails (by no fault of her own - those two are wild).

(Note from blog author: Raoul and Christine are under the protection of the entire group. Hurt them and suffer the consequences.)

Maddox Darling - Christi's Star Wars oc. Due to time shenanigans I don't understand (lmao), is friends with Strike in the future. Strike is extremely confused.

Basically the plot is these characters all showed up in a small town in the middle of nowhere with no memory of how they got there, and now they're trying to figure out where they are and how to get back to their respective universes without killing each other (looking at Peter and Arrio). Also some of them are starting to realizing that they may or may not be fictional, but those who were elsewhere at the time of the discovery still have no idea.

So uh that's basically it I think? It's kind of a lot but we're having a blast lmao. People keep joining and adding characters and it's really chaotic and fun haha.

Also, completely unrelated but WE GOT ANOTHER ONE BOYS (you know what I'm talking about heheh)

[blocktalesconfessions]

to the person that said griefer has flat chest, he was able to pick up a heavy sword i think there is a bit of pillow on him.

-urs truly. the number one griefer defender and griefers ACTUAL husband what the freak

griefer moobs debate 2024

[the-artist-of-chaos]

WAMBUS X TRIFFANY HEADCANONS BECAUSE I ABSOLUTELY CAN. (Will be fluff and angst). Warning, this list is LONG, so let’s hope I can catch your attention you lottaham fans.

•(small reminder, my version of the grumpuses have tails) whenever the 2 see each other, their tails tend to wag from excitement. They always tease each other about it, making the other embarrassed

•If Triffany were to ever get hurt, even if it was a tiny scratch, Wambus would be PANICKING. He doesn’t like seeing his wife hurt. In some cases, if the injury is bad enough, he’ll just- scoop her up and bring her back to the house.

•Wambus has beaten the sh!t out of people before because they would insult Triffany in some way, shape, or form. Depending on how bad the insult(s) was shows whether or not that person is surviving to see another day. Same if someone insults wambus, but instead of physical retaliation, Triffany uses some very creative insults.

•Both of them have NO self control when it comes to a specific food item. For wambus it’s salami (inspired by multiple salami wambus posts from @orb-the-watchman , hope you don’t mind the ping-), and for Triffany, thin mints. She would fucking love thin mints, you cant fight me-

•They would both do weed, especially if they both got the time for it. Imagine that it’s 12 at midnight, and you just find the two of them, high as fuck, with their favorite foods, watching some sort of cheesy Netflix movie.

•(this is based off something my parents used to do as teens) when Triffany and wambus were younger, Wambus would let Triffany experiment her make up skills on him. Sometimes it’d turn out really well, and other times, he looked like a clown. either route tho was an enjoyable experience for the both of them

•Both have nightmares every now and then, and when the other finds out? It’s cuddles in bed IMMEDIATELY. They take each other very seriously when it comes to nightmares, so they do their very best to help out when the other suffers.

•speaking of cuddles- SPOONING. Wambus; has long fur and a long ass tail. And moobs. And there’s Triffany; curvy, fluffy, and has hands that are bigger than her husbands. Most of the time, it’s ➡️ ⬅️, Wambus is the big spoon. Triffany’s face is in wambus’s chest fluff (JEALOUS >:( ) and wambus’s tail is carefully intertwined with triff’s as he spoons her.

BUT in some cases, it’s ⬅️ ⬅️, with Triffany getting to be the big spoon. She’ll carefully wrap her hands around wambus’s waist and gently scratch his fur as she’d wrap her tail around one of his legs.

•Their wedding rings have each others names engraved onto it as a way to show how much they love each other <3

•Wambus can’t swim that well, the best he can do is puppy dog paddle. (Blame his fur) Triffany however is one of the BEST swimmers out there. So if wambus ever wants to go into deeper water, he’ll just wrap his arms around Triffany, and off they’ll go! (Triffy strongggg :D)

•They Both listen to the other rant about their special interest, even if they don’t understand the concept. :3

[lokitu]

Fast Food Rep, part 8

- commissioned and written by DeltaC -

Viii.

Steve: John, is this really your largest tank you own?

John: One sec, finishing up a video call.

Well, Matty, I am glad that the client was more than satisfied by the final product. Oh and once again let the client know how grateful my hubby is for the generous  lifetime food allowance. I have a feeling we are going to need it to satisfy my husband’s appetite.

Perlman: My GOD O’Grady you got massive! What the hell have you been eating? I mean look at you! I know the camera adds 10 lbs but for Christ sakes what have you done to yourself?

John: Well, you said it yourself Matt, more cushion for the pushin is a hell of a lot more fun. Plus, if there is one thing I learned from this experience is that fat is sexy! What can I say? I carry it well and damn do I feel more attractive now than I have ever had.

Perlman: I mean it's like your face is trying to pour out of my monitor.

John: Enough. Snap out of it hair plugs!

Perlman: I thought you people were supposed to be jolly. Anyways, as much as I hate to admit it, you did a good job. When can we expect you to waddle into the office? Don’t worry I’ll personally make sure that you get the widest, heh, most spacious furniture there is in the market. Hell I’ll even widen the door frames for you so you don’t have to turn sideways.

John: Funny. Yeah, about that. I won’t be coming into the office anymore. Things have changed for me

Perlman: Huff. Can’t get that bloated ass of yours off and out of bed huh?

John: HA! Good one. No Matty, I am branching out and starting my own marketing firm. Oh and I am taking all the fast food accounts with me. Afterall, why would fast food giants deal with scrawny executive heads? No, I see a big bright future ahead.

Perlman: You fat piece of…

John: Let me stop you right there. If you want to succeed, indulge a little. Eat a burger every now and then Matty. God knows you are wasting away. From what I hear, more cushion for the pushin is always much more fun. Bye!

Okay that’s out of the way. What were you asking me about S…..bahahaha! What are you wearing baby?!

Steve: Oh just one of your largest tank tops.

John: Oh baby, why do you have that silly old thing on? Though now that I see it on you it does frame your giant titties perfectly!

Steve: I’d thought I would go out for a bit of jog.

John: Oooh baby! You don’t have to do that. I love the size of you, from your thick double chin to your thick cankles every soft inch of you. Plus you know how I go crazy for that big rump of yours.

Steve: No, I know you do John, but don’t you think I have gotten too fat?

John: Of course not baby! Are you fat? Well, duh I am not blind, but are you too fat? Nonsense. If anything you can stand to gain an extra 50lbs. Trust me there can never be too much of my little Stevie. Now, how about you turn around and let me check out that soft fluffy bum of yours in those oh so tight gym shorts you somehow poured yourself into baby.

Steve: Oh John you sure are a cake glutton.

John: Oh my favorite white angel food cake! Hey, do we still have that coconut cake? How about you waddle off into the kitchen and feed it to me Steve. I would get it myself but I’m afraid I am too comfy to get up. Plus, this way I can see your plush rump bounce and jiggle for me.

Steve: Heh, too comfy or too fat to get up? John, I am so lucky to have you as my big fat business daddy to squeeze and to love.

John: I’m not stuck. Like I said I am just too comfy. Oh before you waddle off cutie can you put my laptop back on the desk? And I am pretty sure you mean to hold and too…

**squeezes big plush tits**

hey hey hey what was that for? You know how sensitive my moobs and stretched nipples are since I started bulking.

Steve: I couldn’t help it John. You just look so cute beached on the bed. Besides, I like pinching your stretched out nipples. Got milk? Wink wink. Say you should contact the milk companies and pitch them the idea of you starring as their milk guzzler spokesman.

John: Haha funny boy aren’t you! Boy, cake now! I’m hungry for something sweet and the cake sounds good too.

Steve: Oh Don Juan you really know how to romance a boy. Here, finish up this plate of cookies while I go get the coconut cake. How’s about you slip on my favorite red posers of yours while I am on the long long trip to the kitchen? You reckon it can still contain that blubber butt you grew John?

John: Guess there is only one way to find out, isn't there boy?

**SLAP**

Get that tushie moving for me Steve.

Steve:  Sir, yes sir!

**John: Yup this is the life! Nice home with a great view overseeing the blue Pacific Ocean. A hefty loving husband that loves me, ALL of me, and wants even more of me like I want more of him. Damn I am going to make my boy even fatter still! This is a brand new chapter for us both. Funny I always wanted to make it big and boy did I ever!

Steve: John I found fudge!

John: Oh god yes!!! Get your fat ass to bed NOW!

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[livingdeadmlm]

Jjba Masterlist

(not finished)

Ｐｈａｎｔｏｍ ｂｌｏｏｄ

Jonathan comforting crying bf

Jonathan with a bf who loves his moobs

Speedwagon with a Transman S/O

Ｂａｔｔｌｅ ｔｅｎｄｅｎｃｙ

Little jealous Joseph

Joseph with a Transman boyfriend

Pillar men with a disabled s/o

pillarmen with a small bf

pillarmen when male s/o grows out his stubble

Ｓｔａｒｄｕｓｔ ｃｒｕｓａｄｅｒｓ

Are we just friends? Jean pierre Polnareff

Hol Horse

Jotaro x kakyoin x male reader

Sugar daddy Joseph

Jotaro with a younger brother

Dio with a catboy s/o

Ｄｉａｍｏｎｄ ｉｓ ｕｎｂｒｅａｋａｂｌｅ

Pt.4 Jotaro reunited

Josuke with a flashy boyfriend

Rohan

Male reader with a big cat that's just jotaro

Josuke with a Latino BF

Josukes bf teaching him bachata

Jotaro with a bf who has similar interests

Kira with a streamer bf

Roahn with a catboy s/o

Male s/o pranks josuke

Ｇｏｌｄｅｎ ｗｉｎｄ

Lipstick stains; Abbachio

Narancia bf teaching him to dance

Pampering Bruno

Giorno spoliling his BF

Diavolo x quite male reader

Trans Mista with a Trans boyfriend

Bruno spoiling a male so when he is sick

Abbacchio bruno and a male s/o doing self-care

Melone with a autistic lawyer s/o

Melone and giacchio with a male s/o wo needs comfort

Bruno with a cat boy s/o

What mista likes hc suggestive

Giorno, Bruno, Abbacchio and Fugo with an s/o who comes out as trans

Ｓｔｏｎｅ ｏｃｅａｎ

Lipstick stains Anasui pt1

Lipstick stains Anasui pt2

Lipstick stains Anasui pt3

Weather Report with a S/o whos like him

Anasui with a Blunt male reader

Pucci with a himbo Bf

Pucci and himbo bf getting married

Pucci and himbo husband cuddling

Himbo husband baking for Pucci

Ｓｔｅｅｌ ｂａｌｌ ｒｕｎ

Gyro Z.

Gyro x male reader x johnny

LABOOMBOOM x sensative male s/o

Ｊｏｊｏｌｉｏｎ

You remind me of someone; Josuke

Ａｌｌ Ｊｏｊｏｓ

You in a skirt HCs

You in a skirt HCs Jobros

[lady-loveluck]

nibbly’s human form is a guy with boobs guys, trust. he’s actually my husband, i would know.

moobs

[billthedrake]

This is one of my more out-there fantasies, but some of you guys may enjoy it.

MY MAN'S RACK

As Mark and I sat in the nondescript doctor's office, I could tell he was a little nervous. But god, my husband was handsome. We'd come straight from the office, and Mark was wearing a snug maroon polo that contoured his meaty body and brought out the green in his eyes and the gray in his temples.

I reached over and grabbed his hand affectionately. "Second thoughts?" I asked.

He seemed to think a second, then shook his head resolutely. "No, Jase. I want this, too."

I smiled back, feeling a relief that he wasn't backing out. At least not yet. It had taken a lot to get us here. The first year we'd dated, Mark had been real self conscious about his chest. He'd just turned forty and when his metabolism changed the spread went straight to his love handles and to some extra fullness in his pecs. Mark didn't have moobs, not quite, but his pectoral muscle was pretty damn round and solid - he was the kind of professional gay dude whose gym workouts were heavy on bench pressing, as he double pumped his vanity muscles of chest and arms. The middle-aged spread just accentuated those dad tits.

Yeah, Mark winced the first time I called them that, so I held off. But I loved to play with his chest. Like nonstop. Thing was, Mark loved the attention. I was eight years younger and what he called the whole package - good body, good looks, good job. I wasn't conceited about it, but I knew I had the goods to find hot bottoms in the city. And when I met Mark, it was just this incredible sexual chemistry that boiled over into head-over-heels romance.

We learned to trust each other, to confide in one another. Mark didn't have the same kinks as me, but he told me about his underwear and jockstrap fetish, which I happily indulged. He got me to slow my roll in the bed sometimes, giving him massages or all over body kisses. I'd been so used to Grindr hookups, it was an adjustment, but I loved the sensual approach, too, it turns out.

Meanwhile, I had one big kink. I loved big tits on older guys. I loved feeling a man's round chest swells, loved sucking at his nips, loved that perverted psychodrama of nursing from daddy's bosom.

Guys had been freaked out before, or just self-conscious like Mark. But as Mark and I grew more serious, my boyfriend relaxed into the idea. More often he indulged my nipple and chest play. He actually amped up his chest workouts, adding an insane number of flys to his benching days. He actually would show off his titties to me, flashing them while we watched TV or flexing them in the bedroom. He got OK with the T word.

It was during our honeymoon when he brought it up. A week in paradise in Fiji, just us fucking nonstop and enjoying the quiet down time in between. Mark tanned better than me, and his rack was a nice chestnut brown color after a couple of days. I'd fucked him slow and steadily in missionary, watching those chest mounds shake and jiggle with each thrust. The harder I fucked, the more they did, till I busted hard in my husband's ass. I went at it more gently as he stroked one out, too.

We kissed softly and caressed each other in the afterglow. And yeah, maybe my hand reached up to cup his pecs again.

"You ever want 'em bigger, Jason?" he asked.

I felt like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar. I actually removed my hand from his chest and slid it down his belly. Mark was self conscious about his love handles, but I preferred a dad bod to ripped abs. His was amazing, solid for 47, with just the right amount of give. "Your body is great, hon," I said.

He laughed and reached down to grip my hand and pulled back up to his chest as he flexed that pectoral muscle for me. "You didn't answer my question," he smiled.

I ogled that massive hairy chest, getting off on how the fur got thicker and more salt-and-pepper in the cleavage, then looked up at him. "I feel like this is a trap," I laughed nervously.

"No trap," he answered sincerely. "I've been doing some research and they've made a lot of improvements in implants for men."

I thought I was spent from our coupling not even ten minutes prior, but my husband's words had my dick filling out into a quick hardon. "Yeah?" I prompted, trying to hide the lust in my voice.

The weird thing was, Mark was reading my reaction, feeling me out to see if I was going to get freaked out by the idea. "Yeah. I've been thinking, you know, it might be hot to get that augmentation.... if you were into it."

I outright kneaded his right tit, then moved to the left to do the same. "God, Mark, you have NO idea how much I'd be into it."

That pleased him. My man relaxed back into the fluffy pillows and put his hands behind his head to let me have free rein with his chest. "Oh, I have a pretty good idea," he smirked.

***

The plastic surgeon was in his 50s and looked pretty much like you'd expect a plastic surgeon to look. Flashy but nice suit under his white coat, expensive watch, deep tan from his Caribbean vacation. He sat down in the chair and patted his legs. "So you gentlemen are thinking of exploring some chest augmentation options?" he started after we made introductions.

"I am," Mark replied. "Jason's here for more support."

The doctor smirked, and I knew what he was thinking. There were tons of straight dudes who were buying fake tits for their wives and had a vested interested in the consultation. I was just the gay version of that. But he played it straight. "Well, Mr. Kenyon, tell me what you're thinking."

Mark looked over at me for the go ahead. I nodded. And then he proceded to tell the doctor what we'd discussed. I'd never been prouder of my man for the way he was diving headlong into this.

"Well, I guess I have a big chest naturally," he started. "And I hit the gym hard to make it bigger. It's kind of my thing, you know."

I could see the surgeon examine the size and shape of Mark's pecs through the polo. "Why don't you remove your shirt, if you don't mind?"

Mark nodded gamely and peeled off the shirt. If I'd been anywhere else but a doctor's office, I would have boned up at the sight. Those meaty swells hung a good few inches out from the rest of his torso. and capping them were big round paps.

The doctor was a professional as he examined Mark. "I see what you mean." He looked up at Mark, then me. "You know, I'll be honest gentlemen, most guys who come in here for the augmentation are trying to look pretty much like that," he said, pointing to Mark's rack.

A wave of disappointment hit me, since I thought the surgeon was going to say no or maybe talk Mark out of the procedure.

But Mark piped in immediately. "I figured, Doctor Hodges. But I want them a lot bigger. I've thought a lot about it... we both have... and this is what we want."

The doctor paused a second, then shrugged. "All right, then. Let me show you the products we have and then we can talk about size." He pulled out some samples, and described the range of hardness. "This one is the Number Five. It mimics muscle, and it's the most popular among men." He held up the fake plastic boob for Mark to feel, then me. It was firm. Rock hard even.

I read Mark's face, and he returned a smirk before turning back to the doctor. "We want something with a little more give."

The man seemed nonplussed as he showed us four more options. Numbers One and Two were really modeled after soft women's boobs, which wasn't what we were going for. The other two were in between. Number Four was closer to the hard muscle, it was actually similar to Mark's pecs now. Number Three was firm, firmer than I expected, but with an underlying give. Mark smiled as he watched me feel it up.

"So, how does this interact with the natural pec muscle?" Mark asked Dr. Hodges.

"The implant sits on top of the pectoral muscles, but it's a natural, organic shape that will feel like an extension of them."

"Can I still do my normal work outs with them?" Mark asked. I have to admit my husband was great at thinking through the details of everything.

"Absolutely. You'd have to take it easy for three months to recover, but after that, it'll feel like normal." He held up the firmer model and pressed into it. "In fact, we recommend at least some regular exercise to keep the muscle from atrophy."

"Is it reversible?" I asked. Mark hadn't brought up any anxiety about the augmentation, but I still had nagging doubts he would resent it after.

"It is," the doctor explained. "But I only recommend getting it if you're committed."

"I am," Mark assured him. Then added, "we are."

God, a lump was forming in my throat at the idea this might actually happen.

"What sizes do they come in?" I asked. Probably sounding like those straight husbands fixated on big tits.

Hodges didn't bat an eye. The Number Five," he said referring to the muscle-hard one, "only comes in the 125cc and 250cc size."

"How big is that?" Mark asked.

The doctor held up two sample. "In women it corresponds to a half cup to a cup gain in size. But the profile of this one is different since it's firmer and men's chests are broader." He set them down and held up the Number Three, which was the firm-soft one I'd been drawn to. "The softer women's models can run pretty big, to 1200cc... you know porn star implants... but for something like this, you're looking at a range from 125 to 500cc. If you like, I can go get some more samples to compare."

"Yeah, that would be great," Mark said. My husband was still sitting shirtless and I imagined those meaty tits of his with the implants we were discussing."

The man took a look at Mark. "Looks like you're the equivalent of a B cup now." He looked up. "Forgive the women's terminology. The male augmentation market is slow to catch up with the improvement in implants."

"No worries," my husband laughed. He reached down and played with the muscular flesh. "No one's gonna mistake this hairy chest for a woman's."

"True," Hodges chuckled then stood up. "All right I'll be right back."

My heart pounded as Mark and I sat there. "We really doing this hon?" I asked.

Mark seemed taken about. "Come on Jason, I thought we talked about this... you want it, right?" He'd misunderstood me.

"God yeah I want it. But it seems so real, you know. I wanted to make sure."

Mark patted my arm and leaned over to kiss me in a soft peck. "Relax, babe. This is gonna be amazing." I nodded. And fuck, I was starting to get a hardon, despite my nervousness. I tried to focus on other thoughts and was at least half way under control when Dr. Hodges returned.

"These are women's samples," he apologies. "But it'll give you an idea. The top matches the general size of your chest now, and the implant sizes are lined up below."

I examined them, as did, Mark.

"Go ahead, fellas," Dr. Hodges urged. "Have a feel. It's an important decision and you want to be comfortable with it."

The hottest thing was Mark examined the samples but mostly watched as I felt them up. He was eager to see how big of tits I wanted on him. I got to the biggest, 500cc, and while they were all hot to feel up, this one drove me wild. My boner returned full force, and I blushed and squirmed to hide it the best I could.

Hodges actually chuckled. "Don't worry, Mr. Peterson," he said. "You're not the first husband to have that reaction."

Mark laughed too and looked at me eagerly. "You like that one, Babe?" he asked.

I couldn't let go. But I couldn't answer him honestly. "Isn't too big?" I asked. This was gonna be a big augmentation for Mark and the cautious husband in me didn't want to be the one pushing him to get massive.

But my husband turned to the doctor. "They don't come bigger?"

Hodges shook his head. "Not in this firmness. But with your natural muscle, particularly if you keep working out, you could probably gain another half cup size."

"OK," Mark, said, as if he was weighing the options.

The doctor seemed surprised. "I can bring out the Number Twos. They go up to 750cc."

Mark nodded and like that Hodges stepped out again.

"Jesus, Mark," I hissed.

My husband was defensive. "Just seeing what our options are, Jason. I'm not going to do anything unless we're both happy with it."

I gave a nod. I don't know why I was the nervous one here. But Mark gave flashed me a grin and nudged my arm. "Tell me you didn't like the biggest one."

"I loved it," I finally said honestly.

The next samples went bigger. Much bigger. I didn't find them as hot, though, in part because they were too soft. "I don't want a woman's breast," I said openly and matter-of-factly.

"I think we're leaning toward the Number Three in the 500cc size," Mark asserted.

Hodges looked at me. "Is this something you want to discuss or think over?"

I looked at my handsome husband and felt I was the luckiest man in the world. The look between us conveyed everything we needed to say. I turned back to Hodges. "No, we've talked it over a lot, Doctor. This is what we want to go for."

***

The sex when we got home that evening was scorching hot. Mark going full verbal in telling me to suck Dad's tits. Me motorboating his ample pecs, imagining more. Imagining the man hooters Mark would have after those amble implants. He came as I licked at his bosom. I was a few seconds behind him.

At some point over the next month, leading up to the procedure, the sexual excitement gave way to a nervousness. But Mark wasn't backing out. The surgery itself wasn't a walk in the park for him, and I felt bad for that. But I supported every way I could. Looking after his needs, cooking his favorite meals.

It was a few weeks until Mark was in the mood to have sex again. I couldn't really feel up his chest, but that first fuck was incredible since it had been so long.

It got even better. Once Mark had fully healed, it turns out Dr. Hodges was right. These looked like real tits. Meaty, dad tits firm to the touch and covered with fur. But big round honkers that were a genuine handful. If anything the 500cc implants made Mark's chest look even bigger than I expected. And I was pleased that they felt fleshy full but not too soft.

I went wild in bed being able to feel those puppies up while I fucked him. Mark loved it and felt a real confident sexiness I'd never quite seen from him. But out of the bedroom, in the real world, he adjusted to his new body. He had to get new shirts and was sometimes self conscious about having a big rack in public. He used compression shirts at first to hold in the swells some, making it look more like solid muscle.

I knew things had changed when he stopped wearing the compression. Just letting those big puppies fill out his polo or T shirts. That's when our sex life went off the charts. I couldn't keep my hands off him. "I should have gotten the tits earlier, babe," Mark laughed as I undid his button down shirt for a lunch time quickie.

"You're so goddamn sexy," I'd growl in return, leaning into kiss and lick at that ample firm flesh.

One evening I slathered those muscle hooters with albolene and had my first titty fuck. After I came on Mark's neck and leaned down to kiss him in appreciation, I decided I wanted a lot more of that.

Mark worked out constantly, pumping the chest more. Getting bigger. It was like an addiction for him, as much as for me. He loved to show off for me. Show off to the world. On our first beach vacation, seeing Mark in some snug lycra trunks and his bare big chested torso on full display was such a crazy horny sight. There were some curious and even disapproving stares at the beach, but I could also see I wasn't the only dude who loved a big daddy rack.

And sure, when we had passionate late afternoon sex, me fucking Mark from behind and feeling up that awesome chest, I worried my husband would think I was treating him like a piece of meat. Objectifying him. But after we came, we'd hold onto one another and cuddle. I'd softly rub Mark's soft stomach fur, until he guided my hand back up to his tits. I decided I didn't need to explain things or apologize for objectifying him. This is who we were and it was an incredible thing.

[magmacannon]

11-20, 21-30 for bothul and romanman? :D

OKAY I answered 13-20 and 28-30 for Roman in other asks but I'm gonna Lightning Round this... these two will be fun to compare (<- polar opposite character types)

11. If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

Bothul: A regular doppleganger cannot transform into a fuckoff huge dragon now can it??? Radiation Blast for your impudence

Roman: Ask the doppleganger about 1. his history with Vince (if there isn't an hour long story at least that's Not Him), 2. ask him about how he feels about John (if you get a regular answer that's probably also not him) Physically if the impersonator can't spellshape a lightning bolt that's also a solid tell!

12. What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!

Bothul: Their little bard-servant whining and making a fool of themselves to the point that they straight up fall over for attention <3

Roman: Getting attacked by his husband moob-first (tbf a lot of the things Vince does - to make him laugh tbf - get him every time)

13. When do they fake a smile? How often?

B: If Bothul fakes a smile it's because she's Plotting someone's demise in a relatively short timespan (this could be within minutes) - she doesn't feign emotions or smile readily unless it's a game. It's not too often that he does this - probably to the relief of the surrounding towns.

14. How do they put out a candle?

B: However the hell he wants (giant dragon). Might even get their servants to do it or just use a spell to get Every Candle at Once.

15. What’s the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they’re alone?

B: Bothul alone is eerily quiet, preferring to keep her thoughts to herself (in case there's something listening). With friends (servants/supplicants) he's extremely showy and loud, and when working there's an unerring intensity in her actions that goes for weeks on end sometimes.

16. What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?

B: Larger, objectively more powerful dragons that Bothul hopes to defeat/subjugate. More and more thru his plot though it's also himself as his thoughts start to get scattered by outside forces.

17. What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

B: Bothul notices the Majesty of Their Huge Body first, and I think that's probably what most other people notice first too (dragon or humanoid form they're Biglarge pff)

18. Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?

B: She loves herself 100% and that is IT. Everything else has contracts and conditions.

19. What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding?

B: Bothul would fucking kill them!!! They would either have to grovel Immediately or they would no longer exist. (I don't think Bothul really... avoids anyone, tbf. Too direct for that one.)

20. Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person?

B: About to be mean but her bard.... she likes that little weirdo but their work is only Sometimes Excellent (it's not bad persay but he demands Perfection and is loudly disappointed when it falls flat). Bothul also likes/admires (begrudgingly) the work of other successful dragons but hates them all So Much.

21. What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?

B: Turning the Other Cheek - Bothul NEVER does this much to the detriment of anyone who is perceived as stepping against her.

R: Minding your own business is probably his biggest one. Roman does it sometimes but loves to stick his nose in things when he can (to try and fix/help with them or perhaps, sometimes, just to be nosy).

22. What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

B: Fit in small spaces :( (I think he might be mildly claustrophobic but this isn't usually an issue bc. digging power)

R: Calm down <:( (in actuality it's like. jfhdj attend school parties, he was genuinely terrified of them in school)

23. What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesn’t / don’t even remember?

B: This one's really hard bc Bothul is pretty remorseless but. Maybe eating a sibling's egg as a baby???? MAYBE

R: I know Roman's carrying 18 different off-hand comments he made over the last decade to Vince that could be interpreted in a slightly mean fashion in his mind like small bells... I do Not think Vince remembers those.

24. Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?

B: Ate the cookie jar to impress her bard (hippo jaw attack)

R: Yeah absolutely and it was oatmeal raisin!!! He took another one for whoever confronts him abt it tho

25. What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?

B: The specific temperature fluctuations on her birth swamp over the last two centuries and its effects on methane production and health of the local flora/fauna

R: SO FAR his incredible knowledge of DRAGONS has been useless to the direct plot which wtf!!!! He also knows a whole lot about the ins and outs of the child gangs(???) in Willowring bc he's talked to his kid about it a lot (I should have him use young teen slang to annoy Warren, actually)

26. How would they respond to being fired by a good boss?

B: They would Never have a boss above them

R: If there was ANY possibility of being rehired he'd try for it bc that'd just be sad!!! But he'd ultimately try to talk about how to improve and ask for a recommendation letter for his next job if his relationship with said boss was okay uu

27. What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

B: Curse of the Depths (became extremely paranoid) is only slightly worse than the first Song of Praise his bard wrote for him (laughed at it and then commanded another try)

R: I rolled a 4 on a d20 to see how bad this'd be. Worst 'gift' is when Vulture gave him a spider directly onto his hand (he's scared of them), worst actual gift was a coupon for an Official Tzeraz Military Uniform from his family when he graduated. For Vulture he screamed and died Forever - for the gift from his family he thanked them and let the pit in his stomach get cold before probably burning that coupon a year later.

28. What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

B: He wants More Power and for his plans to succeed (in truth his plans are far more complex and long-winded, and have built in failsafes for if things go wrong. Also MAYBE there's a want to retreat and take things easier/enjoy life more but he can't possibly SHOW that one)

29. How do they respond when someone doesn’t believe them?

B: Kill their ass!!!! Or make them pay for their insolence, somehow.

30. When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional?

B: Again Bothul doesn't really feel guilt - in either case it would be extremely superficial and her apology would feel shallow, even if the act of apologizing itself was a big thing for her.