The Quarantine 15: Chapter 18

11 months of Quarantine

“Christ, I don’t know what hit me but these regains are no joke,” Emilio said to himself two weeks after his last weigh in.

Indeed, he had seemingly ballooned with very little effort. Yet the weight was different this time around. It felt softer than before and accumulated more quickly in his midsection. In only two weeks he was rocking a noticeable dad bod beneath his clothes. The softness lent a jiggle to his step that constantly reminded him of his gains and encouraged him to keep going.

It was an uncharacteristically hot day in February and Emilio was home alone with no air conditioning. To alleviate his discomfort he wore only a pair of old underwear that was too small and needed to be washed. The bottom of his gooey ass cheeks hung out from the briefs and the elastic waist cut deep between his chubby belly and small fat pad. He enjoyed wearing this pair of underwear because it enhanced the physical sensation of his fat.

As he sat in front of the open fridge, cooling off and filling up, he heard Alex approaching the door. Emilio had grown horny sitting alone in the apartment and was excited to get his paws on his lover. He gulped down some cool pasta salad as the door opened and Alex entered. He was a sight for sore eyes.

A crescent of furry belly hung from beneath the hem of his gray T-shirt as he stepped languidly inside. The fat rolls on the sides of his belly had created sweat stains that looked like racing stripes on the sides of his gut. Bigger pools of sweat gathered at his armpit, neckline, and lower back. Alex’s face demonstrated the extent of his exhaustion. Dripping with sweat and flushed pink, the young man was heaving.

Emilio rushed over and slid his hands under Alex’s shirt and inside the folds of fat causing the racing stripes. With his own belly pressed against Alex’s, Emilio leaned against his love and licked at the sweat collecting at Alex’s double chin.

“Jesus!” Alex exclaimed and pushed Emilio away, “give me a second to collect myself. Fuck!”

Emilio gripped Alex’s exposed belly and gave it a hearty jiggle, “Did you know all this was hanging out?”

“Yeah, I see it alright, maybe let me catch my breath before molesting me like that?”

“Sorry I’m attracted to my boyfriend, Jesus.”

“It’s just that I’m not always feeling sexy, alright? I’m dealing with like, a whole new body here and it’s over ninety degrees in February. I don’t think you know what that’s like! Weigh ins and shit are all fun and games until you’re actually fucking obese. I mean... I can barely tie my shoes anymore!”

“This is hardly my fault… You gained like thirty pounds without me, remember? It’s not like I’m holding a gun to your head.”

“I just think we haven’t ever really discussed whatever… is going on between us. I mean like… this gaining weight thing. It’s clearly become a thing and I don’t know, maybe it’s getting out of hand!”

Emilio sighed, “I mean what do you want me to say? Yeah, it’s sexy, I enjoy it. So what, there’s all sorts of kinks out there and if you want to stop then stop. I’m not going to.”

“So that’s what we are? One of those fat fetish couples that’s gonna end up on some, like, TLC show about how fat we’ve made each other?” Alex was still sweating, his face more flushed than before. “I just... I never saw this coming.”

“Babe, so what. Neither did I! I never thought I’d hook up with my annoying ass roommate, let alone fall in love and then gain a bunch of weight. Shit happens and you know what? Despite how terrible 2020 was, I’m excited for the future and I’m excited to be a part of your future. No matter how big you are! I mean, if you’re uncomfortable with the weight then lose some! I support whatever you want to do.”

Alex was finally catching his breath and beginning to calm down. He sighed, “Sorry, it’s just so goddamn hot and I’m not used to carrying all this around in the heat. It’s something else, let me tell you, I’m sweating like a pig and damn near passed out earlier.”

Emilio inquired as to what happened and Alex grabbed a beer from the fridge. He needed to decompress and nothing sounded better than an ice cold beer at that moment. Alex relayed that he had eaten McDonald’s before meeting up with his friends at the park, only they decided to hit up the nearby taco truck once he arrived. Of course, Alex joined in for a second lunch that left him more stuffed than anticipated.

Shortly after, his friends, all much more fit than himself, decided they should climb to the top of a hill to catch the view. Alex immediately knew this was a bad idea, but he had no choice but follow along. Not only was he incredibly out of shape but also weighed down by an inordinate amount of food sloshing around in his stomach. Only a few steps up the incline and he was out of breath while sweat was streaming down and around the curves of his back fat. After only a couple minutes Alex was trying to conceal the extent to which his breathing had become labored. His chub rub was on fire while his clothes sealed to his body with sweat. Only half way up the hill he faced reality and gave up, plopping himself down on the curb.

Catching his breath on the hot asphalt he felt embarrassed. He felt like he was too fat to function. A year ago he would have scaled that hill with relative ease. Needless to say, he only felt worse when his friends returned with grave concern over his well being. Alex must have looked as though he were on the brink of death as they fed him sips of water and made sure he could stand. Indeed, he found it difficult to hoist himself up from the ground with so much belly in the way. A friend had to lend a hand and almost tipped over under Alex’s weight.

“I don’t know, Emilio, that was the first time I’ve had serious concerns about this gut hanging off me… It’s just a lot to deal with and I haven’t gotten used to it yet.”

“Well, I’m a fan… Our cuddling is really on a whole other level with the extra cushion, not gonna lie.”

Alex grinned and blushed, dimples forming in his puffy cheeks, “It’s fun… I can’t lie.” He patted himself, “I guess this is our kink, huh? Growing plump together?”

“If you say so my love,” Emilio pulled a cupcake from the fridge and fed it to Alex. “I’m having a great time with all of this,” Emilio said while lifting Alex’s belly with both hands and letting it drop back into place, “as well as this,” he continued and cupped two handfuls of his own chubby gut. “More to love I suppose.”

“There’s certainly more to love on those hips since last week,” Alex purred and pulled Emilio close so that their swollen bodies touched. Alex gripped one of Emilio’s love handles and massaged the fat around in his hand, “I don’t remember this being here. What have you been eating?”

“Everything,” Emilio smiled.