The Quarantine 15: Chapter 1

Quarantine Week 3

After one week of quarantine, Alex and Emilio had run out of food. After two weeks of quarantine, they were constantly comfort eating. After three weeks of quarantine, the boys had gained some weight. 

“You see all these posts about the quarantine 15?” Emilio said. “Well, I think I got it.” 

“Are you kidding me? You look the same. Look at this pooch I have going on,” Alex replied while frying up some potatoes and fresh herbs for the two of them. He stopped momentarily and stretched his shirt over his tiny paunch, “See?”

“That’s because it all goes to my ass,” Emilio moaned. 

“Honestly, not a bad thing!”

Emilio laughed and continued scrolling through Instagram. It was no secret that Alex and Emilio were suppressing their anxiety by eating non stop since the shelter in place was enacted, and they frequently made jokes about it. Secretly, they both found the subtle changes in their bodies somewhat erotic, but neither of them expressed this outright. Emilio, particularly, was shy about

letting this be known. 

Since the quarantine began they had fallen into a routine of waking up early and knocking out all of their work by around 2pm so they had the rest of the day to themselves. Sometimes this meant going on a walk or hanging out in the park, but usually it meant getting high or drunk and watching something on TV. The one constant was that something tasty was always nearby. With so much time together the boys had become closer, though their relationship remained strictly platonic. Naturally, they had both fantasized about what sex would be like if they were to hook up, but they knew that acting on this could lead to trouble down the line. As such, they continued to bond and subtly revel in their mutual weight gain. 

After hitting the three week mark their bodies were beginning to noticeably swell. Emilio’s weight had mostly settled in his ass and thighs. The defined glutes he was so proud of were now cakey and soft. He took pleasure in this fact but was annoyed that he couldn’t go out and find someone else to enjoy his bigger butt in the bedroom. To compensate, Emilio frequently wore jeans around the house because they hugged his rump tighter than sweats. He enjoyed showing off even if the audience was only one person. Occasionally, he’d catch Alex’s wandering eyes and relished the attention. It was also an exciting new sensation to feel the denim tight around his thighs or strain when he sat down. Within the last few days he even began to see a small pooch form at the waist of his jeans when he bent over. 

Still, Emilio was cautious of becoming too bottom heavy, so he continued working out at home with a set of dumb bells. It wasn’t as effective as the machines at the gym, but it was something. His upper body was definitely a lot harder and more toned than his lower half. He wondered if that would change as the quarantine dragged on. 

Alex had the opposite fat distribution from Emilio. His weight immediately went to his love handles, which was surprising given that he was still a fairly slim guy. His sides seemed to fill up with flab quickly, even faster than his belly, which he attributed to his excess adipose during adolescence. This became especially pronounced when Alex wore his favorite thermals. The soft worn fabric clung noticeably to his sides, making their jiggle all the more apparent. 

“You know,” Alex said after a long silence, “I like this little belly. I’m excited to watch it grow. I feel like now is the time to become reacquainted with ourselves and our bodies. I’m going to start reading more too. I want to expand my mind along with my appetite.”

“Whatever you say,” Emilio hid the pang of arousal that hit him, “I don’t think we even have a choice to be honest. How can we not gain weight locked up inside all day?”

“Well, I guess some people are going on runs and what have you. Which, honestly, I do have a lot of pent up energy…”

“Are you saying you want to start running and gain weight? I don’t think it works that way,” Emilio laughed. 

“You know, doing, like, bodily stuff seems rewarding. Gaining weight can go hand in hand with exercise and getting in touch with yourself. I don’t know- maybe we should go on a run! Sounds fun.”

“Sure, why not I guess,” Emilio said somewhat begrudgingly. Part of him didn’t want Alex to burn those calories, but he tried to suppress such horny and manipulative thoughts. 

The boys strapped themselves into their workout gear, decided on a route, and hit the pavement. The very first thing Emilio noticed was that his ass was literally bouncing with each step. He could feel it behind him going up and down, up and down, pushing at the fabric of his shorts. It was frankly uncomfortable and almost felt like it was slowing him down. Meanwhile, Alex found himself immediately short of breath and uncomfortable. After only a couple minutes he was sweating bullets and regretted suggesting such an uncomfortable activity. 

Two blocks in Emilio stopped to catch his breath. His ass was slick with sweat and he wanted nothing more than to go back to sitting on it. He told Alex as much, who was greatly relieved, and the two decided to abort their mission. On the way home they stopped at the drug store and picked up a carton of ice cream and chocolate syrup. 

Once inside they plopped the entire carton into a big salad bowl and soaked it with chocolate syrup to share. While gulping down mouthfuls of the delicious dessert they discussed what they would make for dinner later. After some back and forth they settled on a charcuterie board to hold them over, then tortellini for the main course, and Emilio would bake a chocolate cake for dessert. By the time they had reached this conclusion all of the solid ice cream had been consumed and only a soupy liquid at the bottom of the bowl remained. 

“Ah man we shouldn’t have poured it all out at once,” Emilio sighed. 

“Fuck it, can’t let it go to waste!” Alex said and lifted the bowl to his lips. 

There was more in there than Alex had anticipated and he found himself taking several gulps of the sugary liquid. He finished with a satisfied “ahhh” and wiped the cream from his beard. Afterward he promptly stood up and began fixing the charcuterie board while Emilio rolled a joint and browsed the streaming services for a movie. With everything in place, they sparked the joint and dug in. 

After the movie Emilio took a shower while Alex began preparing the cream sauce for the tortelini. Emilio felt relieved to be out of his sweaty gym clothes and examined his body in the mirror. He looked bloated from all the ice cream and charcuterie. Turning around, he examined the curves of his ass when he noticed something unusual. Stepping closer to the mirror he realized there were faint white stretch marks striating the side of his butt. Emilio had never had a stretch mark in his life and was both fascinated and confused. He fingered the indentations in his flesh with curiosity and wondered if he should take preventative measures. 

Meanwhile, Alex toiled away in the kitchen. He realized he had enough time and ingredients to make garlic bread in addition to the sauce. While doing so, he found himself eating slice after slice of bread while he worked, sometimes dipping it in the pasta sauce he was preparing. Enjoying his gluttony, Alex wondered if this was what the incredibly wealthy felt like. He surmised that if he were rich he would likely become hopelessly overweight. 

Eventually, dinner was served and wine was poured. They decided to eat at their small kitchen table and not succumb to television or their phones. Engrossed in conversation about the current state of the world and global politics, their food disappeared quickly as did a bottle of wine. They cracked a second bottle with dessert. Once everything had been consumed, both boys were full and sleepy. 

“Ugh, my back,” Emilio moaned. “I have so many knots from working out.”

“Here, let me massage them out. I’m great at massages.” 

Alex stood up and approached Emilio from behind. He stood so close that Emilio could smell the wine on his breath. As Alex rubbed Emilio’s shoulders and back the young twink sighed in pleasure. He could nearly fall asleep sitting up. As Alex worked on Emilio’s shoulders, his overstuffed stomach would softly bump against Alex’s lower back. As this continued on, Emilio was becoming aroused. 

Once Alex finished, Emilio turned around to say thank you and found his face mere inches from his housemate’s. They each had glazed over eyes, lazy and content, and faces flushed red from being so full and warm. Their hot breath mingled in the air as they held intimate eye contact for several seconds. 

“Um,” Emilio broke the silence, “I should um go to bed now, I guess.”

“Yeah… I’m ready to pass out. I guess.” 

“Thanks for dinner,” Emilio smiled sheepishly. “And the massage.”

“Thanks... for dessert,” Alex replied.