The Quarantine 15: Chapter 6

3.5 months of Quarantine

Alex stood in the kitchen completely nude, a burgeoning bear in his natural habitat. He pulled what remained of the strawberry vanilla ice cream cake Emilio had made from the fridge. It was too warm out for a hot breakfast so he would make do. In a large bowl he plopped a slice of the cake and then grabbed the whole milk yogurt from the fridge. Several generous spoonfuls of yogurt spread across the cake which Alex adorned with fresh strawberries and blackberries, topping everything off with some cinnamon honey granola. Half cake, half parfait; Alex figured it was half healthy. His stomach growled with desire. 

Alex shoveled a heaping bite into his scruffy mouth as Emilio emerged from his room half awake, morning wood bobbing in the air. His dick slapped against his baby belly with each step making a clapping sound. Emilio scratched at the dried come on his chest from the night before. 

Since they first hooked up two weeks ago the boys had abandoned all restraint. They had been pent up for so many months, locked away inside with only one another’s pheromones circulating the apartment. Three months of celibacy was a lot to bear. All the while seeking comfort in stuffing their stomachs and watching the other expand in size, puffing up like cakes in the oven. Once they had crossed the line into sexual interaction there was no turning back. 

They spent most nights sharing a bed, unless one or the other got too stuffed and passed out early on the couch. Without discussing it Alex and Emilio naturally fell into a romantic relationship dynamic. They had already been providing each other emotional support and delicious meals, but now these things were punctuated with kisses and pats on the belly. They would give each other massages and sometimes shower together, their bulging tummies bumping and slipping together in the cramped shower. Still, they never made their relationship official. 

“Damn, what’s that?” Emilio said rubbing the sleep from his eye. 

“Ice cream cake parfait. I’ll make you one?”

“Duh,” Emilio said and brushed some food wrappers from the couch to the ground so he could sit down, his boner finally relaxing. 

In the last couple weeks the apartment had become a mess. The boys were so preoccupied with each other and eating that they ignored cleaning up after themselves. The surfaces were covered with dirty dishes and the ground was littered with food debris and containers. 

“Thanks,” Emilio said as Alex handed him a heaping bowl of dairy. “Honestly, I think I’m still full from last night but fuck it.”

Within a matter of seconds the front door unlocked and Asia gasped dramatically at the sight of her two overgrown naked roommates in the midst of feeding. 

“Fuck! I’ll come back in ten. Jesus you knew I was coming over today,” she said and slammed the door. 

Frantic, the boys jolted to their bedrooms to put on clothes. Lounge shorts and T-shirts that barely stretched over their freshly fattened bodies felt foreign after being naked for so many days. They then darted around the apartment cleaning up as much trash as possible and scrubbing come from a variety of surfaces. Out of breath from their frantic movements they looked with sorrow at the soupy bowls of cake parfait they’d forgotten about.

“Shoot, we have a few minutes,” Emilio said. “Might as well kill it.” 

With that the roommates each lifted a bowl to their lips, the upward motion leaving a crest of belly fat exposed on both men. Their throats made audible glug sounds as they gulped down the sugary concoction. Alex set down his bowl first and burped. 

“Not bad,” he said. 

Asia returned confused and annoyed. She had planned a small social distanced gathering for the Fourth and was frustrated the boys had forgotten. Moreover, she was shocked to see what a pigsty the apartment had become and, most of all, that the two guys were walking around completely nude. 

“It’s just… it’s been so hot,” Alex tried to justify what she had walked in on. “It’s not like it’s anything we haven’t seen before you know, being guys, so it’s just more comfortable to be naked. Same with cleaning... It’s just too hot. But we’ll be more conscientious.” 

Asia accepted these excuses but maintained a level of suspicion. Something felt off that she couldn’t quite place. She eyed Alex and Emilio’s waistlines taking in their expanded circumference. Barely contained by their clothes, the boys felt especially exposed and self conscious. They hadn’t realized how impactful their gains would be to someone who hadn’t seen them in a couple months. Emilio was at least 20 pounds heavier than when he last saw Asia and Alex had surely superseded that. What they had failed to consider was that the roommates would be meeting up with friends soon who they hadn’t seen since the quarantine started. 

Asia packed up a cooler with beer and began to pick up the apartment while the boys got ready. In his bedroom, Emilio held up a tiny Speedo that he had worn all last summer. Even back then it was tight, but now… He stripped naked and took a deep breath as he slipped his legs into the stretch material. He was happy they at least got past his thighs and was surprised they still could get around his waist, somewhat. Looking in the mirror, he laughed. 

His package was so compressed he felt like his dick and balls had been vacuum packed. At the same time, the spandex waistband was at max capacity and splitting him in two, causing his muffin top to ooze outward even more dramatically than it did on its own. The most ridiculous aspect of the whole thing was the backend. What was once a Speedo was now a thong. The back of the swimsuit was consumed by his massive ass cheeks that aggressively ballooned outward around the small patch of fabric. There was no way he could wear these out in public.

Emilio headed to Alex’s room, his Speedo disappearing further into his ass with every step. Alex also stood in front of his mirror perplexed by the trunks he had worn so frequently last summer. They refused to velcro completely shut so he had tied them tight around the base of his spare tire. He was beyond uncomfortable as the legs of his trunks clung tight to his thighs. Last year, they hung loose like cavernous bells. 

“Dude, look at this,” Emilio giggled. 

“Wow your balls must be crying right now,” Alex replied. 

“Just wait,” Emilio responded and turned around.

“Shit!” Alex’s eyes dilated and he stepped closer to Emilio. “That’s what I like to see.”

Alex cupped his roommate’s lush rear and gave it a sensuous squeeze. His dick quivered and he stepped closer so that his groin was against Emilio’s rump. Next, Alex dropped to his knees so that his face could find its way between Emilio’s fluffy cheeks. As he did so the unmistakable sound of fabric ripping echoed through the room. Alex’s swim trunks had ripped right up the ass. He stood to his feet. 

“Well, I guess we need to problem solve what we’re going to wear,” Alex purred and softly locked lips with Emilio. He tapped Emilio’s ass so that it bounced a bit, “Let’s see what you come up with.” 

Alex watched with lust as Emilio’s ass bounced out of his room. To his great relief, he removed the ripped swim trunks and examined the tear. It had ripped from the interior leg all the way up the back. He tossed them in the garbage. Next he tried a pair of old denim shorts that wouldn’t go past his thighs. Then his lounge shorts which fit but were covered in too many food stains. Finally he landed on his old pair of baggy cargo shorts. 

Alex had these shorts for eons but rarely wore them. When his parents first gifted them to him years ago he needed a belt or else they would slip off. Now they fit fine, if not a bit snug. For the top he cycled through all of his T-shirts to discover that, once again, his belly hung out of all of them. However, he did have an old wife beater that he could stretch over the slope of his increasingly rounded gut. It left nothing to the imagination and his dense body hair poked through the thin fabric, but at least his underbelly would be contained. 

“Can I borrow a shirt?” Emilio popped back into Alex’s room wearing his short cropped basketball shorts.

Alex tossed him a cream colored shirt a shade lighter than Emilio’s skin. Emilio pulled the shirt over his head. It fit well, displaying his poochy beginner belly while not clinging too tight. 

“This is much better,” Emilio sighed. “Mine are all too tight.”

“Can’t get tighter than this,” Alex patted his gut and then rubbed it affectionately. “I’m just gonna rock it. It’s gonna be a dad bod summer!”