Kinktober Day 23: Button-Popping/Outgrowing Clothes

It was Alex’s third date with Silver and his outfit choice had been all wrong. He knew he looked good, at least, but he was worried that wouldn’t be the case for long.

Alex had been spending time with Silver for a while, even before they started dating. They met via a Discord a mutual friend had set up, and progressed from talking privately to hanging out in person. They had a ton in common despite being very different people. Alex was down to earth and easygoing, while Silver was much more intense and interested in the finer things in life. Their reading habits typified their personalities: Alex loved a good paranormal romance series with a comforting, predictable happily ever after, while Silver tended toward poetry and occasionally literary fiction if they were reading a novel. Things like this made them an odd couple on the surface, but the fact that they both liked to sit around talking about the craft of what they were reading, why it made them feel so passionate, and listen to what the other thought that made it work.

They were both pontificators, chasing knowledge and life experience in very different ways. A big thing they found they had in common, though? Food. Silver still tended toward the snooty end of things, gushing about the Michelin-starred restaurants they had eaten at. Alex appreciated cheaper but equally delicious eats, the kind of thing you found at a restaurant that was literally just a window you ordered at with no seating, where customers sat on the curb as they dug in. Good food is good food, and while each had their preferences, neither was about to say no to a bacon-wrapped hot dog from a street vendor or the chance to taste scallop foam. Their culinary enthusiasm was apparent on their waistlines, both of them noticeably chubby, with Alex being a little moreso.

They explored the city they both lived in together, bite by bite, and at some point, they realized they were something more than just good company to each other. Their first kiss happened after their first meal at Atelier Crenn as they walked toward the waterfront, cool fog and salty air creeping in from the bay. Silver had initiated, then pulled back. “I’m sorry, I should’ve checked in first.”

Alex’s hand had drifted up toward his lips as she stared at his friend. It took him a moment to compose himself and then grab Silver’s hand, pulling them in close for another kiss.

Their first date had been a week or so after that night. It was Alex’s turn to pick what they were eating, so they hit up one of the Señor Sisigs food trucks. Alex, perhaps foolishly, went for volume that night and ordered a sisig burrito with pork, and sisig fries with a fried egg on top. Silver opted for a lighter sisig salad with tofu. They both headed back to Alex’s place to eat, and Alex wound up sprawled on the couch, looking and feeling bloated. Silver had given Alex’s belly a poke and Alex had playfully fought them off with a “Stop it, you’re gonna make me pop!” Alex was too busy nursing his food baby to notice the fire lighting in Silver’s eyes as he squirmed and whined about how much he’d eaten.

The two of them had snuggled on the couch for a couple hours watching a movie, and when Alex was less full, he found himself with his lips against Silver’s neck, hands roaming across their soft body. Silver responded in kind, eager and quick to pull Alex into their lap, where they could feel his soft thighs on top of their own, his heavier belly pressing against them. Silver seemed not to know where to look, especially not after Alex slipped off his shirt. They ran a hand down from the curly hair that covered Alex’s chest, down the fuzzy line that ran down his rounded stomach, and lower, until Alex was moaning, hips pressing forward.

They ended up in Alex’s bed, and Alex felt like the next best thing to a god. Silver left no part of his body untouched, and their lust burned through the both of them.

When they’d finished, they both lay in bed, sweaty, panting. Alex joked that he wished he’d had the foresight to get a second burrito for later.

It was unfortunate for both of them that they weren’t able to meet up for several weeks after that. Work got busy for both of them, and Silver’s job sent him out of the country for nearly two weeks, so all there was really time for was flirty texts and the occasional call.

Alex got into the bad habit of working late at the office during that time. His only real breaks were for meals, and he took full advantage, loading his belly with whatever he could find within a short walk from the office. If he had time to actually sit down and eat, he often regretted not just eating at his desk. The creeping stress made him stuff himself before he realized what he’d done, and even a five-minute walk back with a belly that full felt like a grave error. He would sit at his desk, unable to find a comfortable position, huffing and puffing until the swelling subsided.

At home, he was feral. He normally cooked most of his meals, but given how late he was coming home and how little energy he had, he was subsisting on his favorite snack foods and delivery (and far too much of both).

So by the time things had calmed down and Silver was back in the city and it seemed like a perfect time for another date, most of Alex’s clothes had grown uncomfortably tight. He liked to wear his clothes loose, usually a size bigger than he would ordinarily need, and thank heaven for that, because he needed all the extra room he could get. Every button-up he had was feeling the strain, and he could only just barely button his pants. He’d figured he would have time to get something new to wear before their third date, but the time got away from him.

Silver picked something more low-key than they usually would have, opting for a slightly upscale Italian place in North Beach. Alex had been too afraid to sit on the bus ride up, concerned it might put too much pressure on the waistcoat he’d opted to wear. His reasoning had been that it held him in a bit, compressing some of the chub he’d packed on so it was hopefully less noticeable. It had seemed like a good idea at the time.

He felt a little less concerned when Silver greeted him in front of the restaurant with a warm kiss that nearly made up for all the time they’d spent apart. Alex pulled them in close, and Silver’s hands skimmed along Alex’s sides greedily. “We’re in public,” Alex said.

“I know, and I missed you,” Silver said before kissing him once more.

In all the excitement, Alex forgot that he needed to order something light and avoid the free bread sitting on the table. As they waited to order, he buttered several slices and wolfed them down as Silver told him all about his work trip. When they ordered, Alex wound up getting spaghetti, and when it arrived his eyes bugged out of his head as he realized the meatballs his pasta came with were each the size of his fist, and there were six of them, with enough pasta to match.

He performed a mental calculus, trying to figure out the best course of action. The buttons of his waistcoat were already straining just from the bread. He was also starving, having skipped lunch to make sure he could fit into his clothes that evening. That was now biting him in the ass, because he both wanted to and knew he could finish everything on his enormous plate. He tried to reason with himself. He could just have a little bit and then bring the rest home to have later. Pasta was always better the next day anyway. But Silver might think that was weird since Alex always cleaned his plate. It was a lot of food, so it wouldn’t be too strange for Alex to tap out at a certain point, but he knew Silver would ask about it, and Alex was already embarrassed thinking of having to explain that he’d gained ten pounds since the last time they saw each other.

Fortunately for Alex, Silver’s company calmed him down enough that his anxieties were stopped in their tracks. He ate without noticing how much tighter his clothes were getting. Seams creaked and buttons pulled tighter. Silver did notice, but said nothing. It made them feel a little wolfish to even notice it, but how could they not? They knew Alex’s face better than their own, and they could see that his cheeks and chin were fuller and the extra weight that had accumulated on his chest. (That they had to wait until dinner was over to see and touch felt terribly unfair.) But that belly. Alex had already had a wonderful plushness to his middle, soft and inviting and squeezable. Now, it was all those things and more. Silver wanted to bury their face in it. Watching Alex’s buttons barely holding on as he filled himself up was the biggest tease.

When Alex only had a few bites of food left, he seemed to realize he had misstepped. His waistcoat was buckling around the buttons, barely containing him. He knew he should stop. He knew. And he still ate the last few bites anyway. They were too good to miss out on. He swallowed the final mouthful and sat back, hoping that might reduce the strain, but it was no use. First one button gave way, pinging off into the distance, and then a second, and a third. Alex’s face was hot with shame as his stomach surged forward into the extra space.

Silver whisked Alex right out of the restaurant, paying quickly and tipping generously on the way out. Alex was mortified but grateful that Silver was composed enough to help him escape. Alex assumed that Silver was equally embarrassed and possibly even upset with him for being such a glutton.

Once they got outside, Silver disabused him of that notion. They carefully unbuttoned the rest of the buttons on Alex’s waistcoat. His belly pressed tightly against the plain white button-up he’d worn underneath it, straining the fabric. Silver ran their hand over it, and Alex wished the thin layer of cloth wasn’t separating them. “Will you come home with me?” they asked, voice low and crackling with desire.

“You still want me to come over even though I ruined our date?” Alex joked sheepishly.

“Foreplay over dinner is ruining a date?” Silver asked with a devious grin.

Alex’s face got hot again. He looked into Silver’s eyes, which drank him in hungrily. “Only if you’re okay with there being a little more of me than you remember.”

“Hon, I’m counting on it.”