What's in a name? In my case pretty much all there is to know. I'm chasing your chub. Your chubby mound, your chubby melons - the saggier the better - if I find your nipples point straight down you'll find that there is a very hard horn pointing straight up - attached to me - guys I'm chasing your chubby wife. Me, I've got my hands full just trying to keep up with this non-stop, round the clock, hard as a rock chub chasing chubby chaser life. Don't know why I love chub so much. Can't explain it. Probably shouldn't try. All I know is that I deadset, hand on heart, seriously love that chub. Guys I'm even willing to put my years of practically unblemished heterosexuality to one side - call it a bribe - if it earns me the prize of spying your partner's pleasingly-padded, plump'n'puffy pleasure-pouch perched proudly upon my palm - spilling over the sides - a full serve of chub I can knead with delight... I've also got a chubby wife who I'm certain has it in her to be led down certain paths if we played our cards right. If you're anything like me (and crave chub day & night) when this lady you see up your eyes they will light ∆