The Quarantine 15: Chapter 17

10.5 Months of Quarantine

Alex sat at the edge of his bed, the mattress sagging underneath his weight, with Emilio next to him. They watched the inauguration unfold on their screen, anxiously anticipating nationwide riots and perhaps a civil war. It was a Wednesday morning and they were already drinking liquor and eating cake. They were not celebrating so much as seeking comfort and distraction. If the world was going to burn they figured they might as well be drunk.

Only, the world didn’t burn and there were none of the riots or wars that the media cycle had promised. It was as though nothing had changed except for the fact that both men were now drunk and full of cake and it wasn’t even noon.

“Well,” Alex said while walking to the fridge in the nude, his love handle inadvertently grazing the countertop on the way, “what now? Do you think it’s safe to go outside?”

“Let’s avoid the real world today and see what news we wake up to in the morning,” Emilio suggested.

“If we’re gonna stay cooped up in this little apartment I guess I’ll eat the rest of these leftovers then,” Alex chortled.

After his parents cut him off financially and Emilio failed to find a job in Texas, he took up Alex’s offer to move back to LA rent free. The only caveat is that both men were sharing an incredibly small space. Alex’s studio apartment already felt small for the ever-fattening bear, but with an additional body in the room it felt downright claustrophobic. Alex would do anything for Emilio and was glad they were back together, but the situation was frustrating nonetheless.

“You want some of this pasta?” Alex suggested. “Or more drink? Or both? You should do both, you’re beginning to waste away.”

It was true, Emilio had continued to lose weight with the stress of moving and parting with his family. He had not quite returned to twinkdom, but was getting pretty close. His belly had only a slight pooch now while the rest of his fat rested generously on his rump. On one hand, Emilio enjoyed the renewed interest he was receiving from strangers, but on the other he missed the days of growing fat with his boyfriend. Eating had become such a key aspect of his sexuality in the last year that something felt missing now that he wasn’t gaining weight.

“You know what, you’re right. Load me up a plate. It’ll help soak up the alcohol anyway.”

“You’re almost back to your old twink self,” Alex commented. “While I continue to swell like a fucking balloon,” he thwacked his stomach and let the jiggle reverberate. “How are you feeling about that?”

“Honestly… I wouldn’t mind thickening back up a bit. I must admit those early days of quarantine were pretty fun. We were cooking and baking so much…”

“That was nice. A bit difficult to pull off in this tiny kitchen, but…”

“But?”

“But that butt just gets better with size,” Alex sheepishly grinned. “Eat up and then let’s get you on a scale. It’s been a minute since we did a weigh in.”

Emilio dug in as Alex outpaced him with gusto. Alex had become something of a bottomless pit, constantly foraging and eating everything in sight. If they wanted leftovers or food to remain in the apartment for any length of time, they had to buy an inordinate amount. CostCo family-sized was the new norm as Alex waddled from the bed to the kitchen without break throughout each and every day. He was just so hungry. He couldn’t stop eating even when he was at the office.

Emilio on the other hand needed to begin stretching his stomach capacity once again. He simply didn’t have the space to eat at the same volume as Alex, though he was aroused by his lovers’ appetite and found it aspirational. He enjoyed this process almost more than packing on the fat itself. Feeling bloated and fatigued from overeating, comatose after a big meal, lazily fooling around with his boyfriend, watching his body expand week by week: increasingly these were the things that were giving Emilio the biggest hard-ons.

Alex was done eating before Emilio, poured another drink, and dug into what was left of a carton of ice cream in the fridge. Watching his love’s insatiable hunger, Emilio powered through the rest of his plate. Alex hiccuped from eating too fast while his stomach audibly churned from the unholy mixture of food and drink inside. His body was converting the surplus calories into luscious chub as quickly as it could.

“Okay, let’s do this,” Emilio said after polishing his plate.

Alex waddled off to the bathroom with the scale. Struggling to bend over, he put it on the ground in front of the counter.

“This is an unofficial weigh-in since we’ve been eating. We’ll do it again in the morning on an empty stomach.”

Alex stepped onto the scale first. He looked comically large atop the small device. In recent months even his calves and ankles had grown compacted with fat. His thighs never stopped touching and his love handles had grown larger than his buttocks. The tube of fat encircling his waist that formed those generous love handles had grown most impressively, developing its own slight overhang. Still the fat there was firm, and always brushing into things around the house. Alex was barely aware of what a blimp he had become.

He couldn’t even see past his gut to read the numbers on the scale. Emilio kept an eye on them as they rose and rose before settling on 357 pounds. Alex hadn’t weighed himself in ages, but that sounded about right. A year ago, even six months ago, he would have been shocked just to see 300 on the scale. Never did he imagine become so large let alone finding it enjoyable and erotic. After a year locked up inside and eating to his heart's content, he just grinned and rubbed the crest of his prodigious belly.

“Your turn, little one,” Alex prompted.

Emilio stepped up to reveal the truth. His visage was not as gargantuan atop the scale as his counterpart’s. Emilio’s legs were stocky with muscle instead of fat, his calves curvaceous and his ankles solid. His thighs however, they bulged with a history of overindulgin. Sure, there were impressive muscles at the base, but a solid layer of warm and soft chub clung to the surface. His ass was no different, a bulbous bubble butt rested generously at his posterior, softly dotted with cellulite and criss crossed with white stretch marks.

Emilio weighed in at 200 pounds. Again, not surprising as he still had a bit of chunk on him, but far removed from his peak of 257 during the heart of quarantine. Indeed, his body had deflated a bit but the slight pooch at his navel and small love handles that never fully dissipated indicated there was certainly room to grow. Surely he had some work to do, but Emilio felt excited.

“Regains come even quicker,” Alex grinned. “Before you know it you won’t know what hit you.”