The Quarantine 15: Chapter 3

2 months of Quarantine

Emilio had spent the beginning of quarantine flaunting his ass in form fitting skinny jeans. After two months of quarantine, those days were out the window. He had abandoned wearing jeans around the house once they became uncomfortable around the waist. It felt as though they were splitting him in half especially when he sat down. It also had become  near impossible to eat while wearing jeans, for he felt more constricted the more he consumed. 

Emilio’s avoidance of real clothes came to an end when he was invited to a neighbor’s socially distanced birthday party. The party was planned off the cuff and invitations were only sent out a week in advance. That meant Emilio had to plan a new bake and an outfit right away. Nervously, he ventured to his closet to try on some pants, knowing full well they would be a struggle to get on. He hadn’t weighed himself in the last two weeks because his weight was shooting up at such a rate that he was getting a tad concerned. Regardless, he knew that all of his pants were from at least thirty pounds ago, maybe more. 

First, he grabbed his favorite pair. They were black skinny jeans that used to grip his butt perfectly. As he tried to yank them up, he quickly discovered they would not even get past his thighs. While he had anticipated a struggle, he figured he would at least be able to button them. No luck. Next, he tried on his baggiest pair of blue denim. With this pair he could at least squeeze them past his thighs and up to his waist, but there was no way in hell the button would close. Emilio sucked in his stomach as tight as possible and used all his strength to cinch the pants closed. It was futile. He had simply outgrown all of his pants after two months of staying at home. 

Wearing only his underwear and snug tee, Emilio stomped out to the living room where Alex was working on his laptop. 

“Hey, um…” Emilio awkwardly trailed off. 

Alex looked up and felt a rush of arousal upon seeing his roommate’s chunky exposed thighs, “What’s up?” 

“Do you think I could borrow a pair of jeans for something next week? Carl invited me to a socially distant birthday party but, uh, well, none of my pants fit anymore.” 

Alex chuckled, “no offense but I’m not surprised. You’re lookin’ THICK lately.”

“Yeah, yeah, you know we’ve both gotten fat. They’re never gonna allow us back in the gay club.”

“There’s always bear bars!” Alex grinned thinking of what he’d look like as a bonafide bear. “But yeah, borrow whatever you want.”

Emilio left the room and Alex looked at his computer which had gone dark from inactivity. Reflected back at him was his new, chubbier face. Lately, his beard no longer hid the extra weight under his chin and his cheeks were just a tad fuller. He placed a hand on his stomach, which now stuck out from his body a good several inches. He squeezed his fat, still surprised by the warm gooey nature of his new belly. 

Alex was enjoying his heavier body and how it made him feel more grounded and masculine. He also was delighted to watch Emilio grow alongside him. It was encouraging to have someone in the same ship as him, otherwise he might have begun to worry about how fast he was blowing up. Not to mention, Emilio was looking drop dead gorgeous these days. He was becoming the exact body type Alex was attracted to, with an ass and thighs for days. As a result, Alex was having regular sex dreams about his roommate and had to resist jerking off to fantasies of Emilio’s ass cheeks bouncing on his dick. 

Back in Alex’s closet, Emilio found a nice pair of his roommate’s black denim and slid them on. They were tight and he could just barely button them. There was no question they were a bit uncomfortable and clung to every inch of his new thicker form. Still, he had no other choice but to make do. Emilio kept the jeans on and walked to his room to choose a shirt. As he sat down on his bed he heard a loud snapping noise and felt his belly comfortably spill forward. The button on Alex’s pants had shot across the room. 

Emilio retrieved the button and examined the damage. It wasn’t that the button had just popped off and could be sewn back on, but the fabric around the button hole had also torn. Without the skills to covertly fix this accident, Emilio sheepishly headed back to the living to relay what happened. 

“Hey, Alex?”

Alex had his headphones on and held up a finger. “I’m in a meeting,” he whispered. 

As Emilio left the room, Alex’s eyes returned to his screen. It was the monthly company wide meeting and the prolonged and boring event was about to come to a close. Once initial announcements were wrapped up, people began chatting and sharing their experiences under quarantine and their general concern for the state of the world. At one point one of Alex’s co-workers complained about having put on a significant amount of weight under quarantine and a chorus of others began sharing their own tribulations with weight gain while locked inside. Alex was too self conscious to speak up, until someone called him out. 

“You’re being awful silent, Alex, I can tell the quarantine fifteen hasn’t escaped you either,” someone said. 

Alex’s face blushed red, “You got me! It’s all this home cooking.”

Once Alex got off the call he was filled with embarrassment. Was it really that noticeable he had gained weight solely from the neck up? Sure, he was aware of how the weight had altered the shape of his face, but he was shocked other people could tell. Through video chat no less! Staring at his reflection in the blank screen he pushed down his chin to make the fat below balloon out. He pinched it. It was sensitive to the touch and felt warm. He’d been warmer than usual lately, he realized. Sighing, Alex lifted himself from the couch and headed to Emilio’s room.

“What’s up?” Alex asked. 

Emilio stood with his back to the door, “I uh…” He turned around, “I broke the button on your pants, sorry.” 

Alex’s eyes immediately shot to Emilio’s waistline where his pants were open and his fuzzy belly and burgeoning fat pad pushed forward defiantly. Alex was far too aroused to be irritated. 

“Dude, tell me about it. It’s no loss because those definitely don’t fit me anymore.” 

“I feel so bad. And fat,” Emilio chuckled. 

“Uh, well my coworkers just said I looked fat on camera so I’m in the same boat, bud.”

“Really? I don’t think it’s that noticeable.”

“Who cares honestly, everyone at work is complaining about the extra quarantine weight.”

“True, like you said, we should just embrace it. Speaking of… I’m kinda hungry.”

“Already?! We just had breakfast a couple hours ago.”

“Sorry, but a parfait ain’t gonna cut it anymore.” 

“Fair fair…” Alex trailed off. “Hey, you know that place on 15th Street that opened up just before the pandemic? I think I saw they’re doing free delivery and I happen to know they are do chicken and waffles where both the chicken and the waffles are deep fried.”

Emilio smiled. 

Forty five minutes later they were unpacking two servings of deep fried chicken and waffles along with a stack of pancakes and a side of bacon. The apartment smelled like a Southern kitchen and both men were literally salivating with anticipation for the greasy food. Naturally, they poured two tall glasses of frosty whole milk to wash down their delicious spread with. 

Overcome with gluttony, the roommates chowed down in silence, not even bothering to play music or put something on the TV. They were completely consumed with the food before them, barely even paying attention to each other. After about twenty minutes it became clear they had bitten off more than they could chew as their pace slowed, but both refused to give up. They each polished their plates licking up every last crumb. 

“Fuuccck,” Alex moaned. “I ate too much.” 

“Tell me about it,” Emilio replied and then burped. 

“I have a meeting in ten but I’m so sleepy. It’s just a check-in, I think I’m gonna cancel it and take a nap.” 

“You know,” Emilio sighed, “a nap sounds like a stellar idea.”