Mr. Perfect: Chapter 3

Two months later

Ricardo’s phone alarm awoke both men from a deep slumber. They were in Ricardo’s bed, their bodies tied together awkwardly from a restless night with full bellies. It was now 11am and Ricardo had already silenced the alarm twice, which meant he had to get up. Begrudgingly, they both rolled out of bed.

Gavin didn’t like staying at Ricardo’s alone. It was too neat and tidy. Even Ricardo’s new bong glistened with a freshness that made Gavin uneasy. So he gathered his clothes from the floor. Gavin could tell that he had packed on some weight since meeting Ricardo because none of his clothes fit like they used to.

His favorite pair of worn-in jeans were snug, to say the least. His T-shirts uncomfortably clung to a midsection that had developed from a stoner paunch to seriously doughy. The crest of his belly had rounded out considerably in recent weeks with new rolls forming on the sides. However, the biggest give away of his weight gain was his underwear. He’d been wearing the same boxers for as long as he could remember and now the elastic was savagely digging into his waistline.

Of course, Gavin wasn’t alone in the gains. For the first time, Ricardo was beginning to look a little soft around the edges. For starters, he was going to the gym with increasingly less frequency and getting stoned with Gavin on a near daily basis. Slowly but surely, Ricardo’s rigid routines were being softened just like his waistline.

From head to toe the sharp definitions of his muscles were beginning to fade as chub filled in the gaps. His thighs and ass were most remarkable in their growth. They filled out every pair of pants he owned and spilled out of every pair of shorts he squeezed into. So much so that men and women alike could barely keep their eyes off his rump at the gym.

His belly followed suit, with a nice pad of fat that could be seen no matter what he was wearing, especially if he was sitting down. Ricardo was aware that he had packed on a few, but didn’t pay it much mind. He figured it was only a couple pounds and frankly it felt nice to have a bit extra slapping against Gavin’s chub during sex.

Getting dressed, Ricardo slipped into one of his old slim cut patterned button ups. It was snug but he didn’t think twice about it. His jeans were also snug but he liked them that way. All the better to show off his goods. The boys smooched and headed into the living room where an empty pizza box and several empty cans of beer sat.

“We should’ve gotten up earlier and gotten something to eat. I’m starving and this is gonna be a long class.”

“Sorry babes,” Gavin replied and thwacked Ricardo’s bubble butt. “Not to rub it in, but I’m definitely driving through Burrito Boy on the way home.”

“Ugh, not fair!”

They left the apartment and walked to their respective cars. When Ricardo sat down he realized just how tight his jeans actually were. His thighs felt like two stuffed sausages and he could tell that his shirt was already coming untucked. It was too late to change, so he headed towards campus.

On the way his stomach began growling. Ricardo was smacked with anxiety. He needed to eat something, but if he stops for fast food then he risks being late for class. Ricardo was never late for class. In fact, he was known for being early and usually sitting in the front. His stomach rumbled again. He had to eat something lest he risk these momentous grumbles from his belly disrupting the class.

So Ricardo stopped at McDonald’s on his way. Of course, there was a line which only heightened his nerves. Sitting in line he looked in the mirror and realized he forgot to do his hair that morning. Luckily, he kept some product in the console and quickly spruced himself up. He was also sporting an uncharacteristic five o’clock shadow, but that he would have to live with.

By the time he got his food he was ravenous and class had already begun. Ricardo gobbled up the fast food as he zipped through traffic and struggled to find a parking spot on campus. As he parked he was searching around in the paper bag and was surprised to discover it was empty. He must have not ordered enough. He was still hungry.

Sitting in class, Ricardo could not focus. He was self conscious of the noises his stomach was making whilst digesting the McDonald’s from earlier. He was even getting gassy from the fast food and struggled to hold it in. Additionally, he could feel the buttons on his shirt straining. His entire body felt restricted by his clothing and every noise distracted him. It felt like torture. A question squirmed into his mind: Was he still stoned?

He was. Ricardo had forgotten they had taken edibles the night prior. Thankfully, he was sitting in the back of the class. For the remaining two hours he researched restaurants on his laptop for him and Gavin to visit while quietly passing gas and hoping no one noticed. He did not absorb a single thing from the professor. Luckily, no one called on him.

After class his Apple Watch notified him it was time to hit the gym. Ricardo scoffed and turned off the notification as he headed to the student union. He made a beeline directly for his favorite restaurant when he was starving: Hank’s Hawaiian. He ordered a loaded bowl with three types of meat, rice, and double mac salad.

Sitting down, he immediately unbuttoned his pants and dug in. In under ten minutes Ricardo had packed away the entire plate of heavy food and was feeling content. A text message came in from Gavin: “wanna grab lunch?”

Ricardo replied in the affirmative and headed back to his car, not realizing he was walking across campus with his pants unbuttoned.