The Quarantine 15: Chapter 9

The oven dinged and Alex groaned with the thought of standing up. He looked over to see Emilio passed out cold. He couldn’t let the pizzas burn, so he struggled against the belly that pinned him so comfortably to the couch and stood up. He was completely nude and could feel the entirety of his girth sway from side to side with each step on his way to the oven. When he pulled out the pizzas his mouth began to salivate.

As the pizzas cooled he lumbered back to the living room and wobbled Emilio’s tummy with one hand until he woke. Emilio’s eyes slowly opened to Alex’s overhang inches from his face. Alex wasn’t even aware of how far his gut protruded or that it was about to smack Emilio in the head. Emilio planted a kiss on it, letting his face sink an inch or two into the comforting blubber of his boyfriend. Without needing to say anything, Emilio knew it was time to eat. There was no other reason he would be woken up these days.

It was mid-afternoon with curtains fully open, but the apartment was still dark as the boys dug into their pizzas. The fires that were sweeping the West coast had left a thick blanket of ash in the sky that shielded the sun. This natural disaster did not even register as shocking after the past six months, though the grey-yellow sky did lend a particularly apocalyptic mood. To top it all off, Calvin’s Creamery caught blaze several days ago after being evacuated. Once again, Emilio was jobless.

Luckily, he had just stocked up the apartment freezer with several cartons of ice cream that would last… at least a week. Plus, after nearly a month of scooping ice cream, Emilio had managed to pack on a significant twenty extra pounds of chub. He was now outpacing Alex, who’s weight had plateaued at an unknown high. Emilio now felt completely encased in firm chub, as the weight compacted itself onto his smaller frame.

Most noticeably, his love handles had become monstrously large and firm. In fact, they were growing so noticeably round that they began to overshadow his buttery rump, which was no easy feat. Alex became even more obsessed with Emilio’s backside, constantly wanting to fuck him doggy style. Alex was having some of the most intense orgasms of his life smashing into Emilio's lush rear while his hands gripped thick handlebars. He was having so much fun that he fantasized of Emilio growing even larger.

At this point, there was no denying the boys had developed an unspoken fetish for each other's fattening bodies. They never overtly addressed the topic with one another. It didn’t even feel like they needed to as it was so obvious that they were on the same page sexually. Besides, they mostly ran on instinct, simply doing what felt right in the moment. However, something had changed for Alex during Emilio’s most recent twenty pound gain. He was now fully invested in consciously encouraging Emilio to get as big as possible.

This would have been entirely possible were it not for the fires. Not only had Emilio lost his job and constant access to calorie dense dairy treats, but Asia had officially moved out due to the poor air quality. This should have felt like a blessing after her condescending intervention into the boys’ weight. Especially since Alex and Emilio had finally confessed to her that they were not only fucking, but romantically involved. In a perfect world, they would finally live freely as the happy chubby couple that they were. However, Asia’s departure and Emilio’s unemployment created a financial crisis in the house.

The boys could not cover Asia’s portion of the rent and Emilio couldn’t even make rent himself. Besides, finding a roommate during a pandemic and natural disaster would not be easy. As a result, Emilio made the heartbreaking decision to move back in with his health-conscious parents in Dallas, Texas. This meant Alex would be looking for a new place to live and the future of their relationship was uncertain.

For these reasons, the toxic sky only heightened the melancholy which had stricken the house. Five and a half months ago when the city first went into lockdown Alex was crafting gourmet meals complemented by Emilio’s baked delicacies. Now the boys were living off frozen food and takeout. Depressed and heartbroken, they moped around the house with nothing to do but eat and sleep. Occasionally they would fuck, savoring each other’s bodies that had grown so round in tandem. Undeniably, their plumpness had brought them closer since COVID-19 hit.

They felt like new people in a strange new world. Not only had they grown accustomed to the precautions of virus prevention, political meltdowns, and natural disaster, but they had grown accustomed to each other. As their friend groups dwindled by necessity, Alex and Emilio were now emotionally dependent on one another. Roommates had become best friends had become lovers. The thought of severing this tie was almost too much bear.

Further, their bodies felt completely new and unique to their relationship. They enjoyed one another’s growth and the soft warmth it brought to their communion. Their bellies swelled with their love. Each enjoyed exploring the fleshy expanse of the other, savoring every new bulge and stretch mark. What would they do without that connection?

Moreover, eating large had become a way of life that comforted them from the uncertainty of the world around them. A full belly became associated with love and security. Fatness was akin to happiness. However, confronting their separation was causing this outlook to fade. The thought of continuing life as big guys with a big appetite was becoming frightening. Both Alex and especially Emilio, due to his extremely fit family, were confronting the fact that society was not altogether welcoming of fat people. Asia may have been the first to bring this unsavory fact of life to their attention, but she was unlikely to be the last.

Nevertheless, they continued to eat. Their pizzas were gone within minutes and they polished off a family size bag of chips and a liter of soda. With room to spare they each cracked open a pint of ice cream from the freezer and spread their blubber out on the couch to watch a show. With full stomachs and warm cuddles, they eventually dozed off to sleep.

Emilio awoke once again to Alex wobbling his belly, causing a piercing hunger pang to strike him. He lazily got up and muttered: “food?”

“No, I have an idea,” Alex replied. “Come here.”

Alex led his boyfriend to the bathroom and motioned to the ground.

“Oh boy,” Emilio said, staring at the scale they had bought at the beginning of quarantine. “I’m not sure I even want to know.”

“I do,” Alex replied. “I think you’re so beautiful and I want to make sure you stay just as plump and delicious when we’re apart. Go ahead, step up.”

Emilio stepped onto the scale. The numbers skyrocketed upward and settled at 257 pounds.

“Woof,” Emilio muttered and raised his eyebrows. Patting his gut in disbelief he continued: “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised but I am. I never considered a reality in which I’d weigh over 200, let alone over 250. And the strange thing is… I don’t even feel that big.”

“That’s because you carry it in all the right places,” Alex said with a swift pat on Emilio’s well-padded ass.

“Still… I weighed 165 before quarantine. That was barely six months ago. This ain’t the quarantine fifteen anymore babe, I’ve gained almost a hundred pounds!”

“Not so twinky anymore, huh big guy?!”

Emilio blushed, “Oh yeah? Why don’t you step on up and give it a whirl? I think it’s safe to say your otter days are well behind you and the only question now is cub or bear?”

“Oh? And what is the distinction there?”

“Hmm, let me think... A cub is less than three hundo and a bear is more.”

“There’s no way I’m over three hundred,” Alex said confidently as he stepped onto the scale.

Sure enough, Alex was officially a bear. The number on the scale read 310 pounds as Alex’s jaw dropped open. He stared at those three digits in disbelief. His mind raced as he tried to make sense of something he already knew. He wasn’t in denial about the outgrown clothes, or bumping into things, or even the windedness from physical activity, but seeing those numbers made everything feel concrete. He had really gained 150 pounds of pure creamy fat in quarantine. There was no going back at this point.

“Wow,” was all the newly minted bear could manage to say.