chapter 3

When the government has start the lockdown because of coronavirus, Mathieu and Alex’s parents were stuck in Dubaï. They decided to go home only when the danger will be away.
So Alex and Mathieu had to stay at home during at least two months.
For her cooking lessons, Alex had to cook and bake a lot of food as training, food that almost always finish in Mathieu’s belly.
Mathieu had online class, but it let him a lot of free time to play video game, and actually just chilling in his room, his belly protruding from an increasingly tight T-shirt and sweat pants.

After the two first week of lockdown, Mathieu was standing in front of the mirror of his room. He just spent 5 minutes struggling against his pants. When he realised what was the problem, he stopped. A large band of fat and pale flesh was on the way.

Looking to his body, Mathieu noticed some things. His cheeks has become rounder and plump, and his double chin was pretty noticeable. His chest, who used to be flat, would be now seen as little moobs, his thighs feel now like glued together, and some stretched marks were on the side of them. But the biggest consequence of this weeks of indulgence was of course his belly.

Mathieu wasn’t the most fit guy, but his little belly has never been more than a little curve. Now, his middle stocked the excess fat in three big rolls, linked to his loved handles. It recently started to sag under his own weight and jiggling everytime Mathieu was mooving.
In front of that discovery, Mathieu’s mind decided to use denial to handle it.

No. No he couldn’t be that fat. He just ate a big breakfast, that’s all. He conviced himself and put a sweatpant. It was tight over his middle, but it was way better.

The young boy sat down on his gamer chair and started to play again. His left hand often reach a delivery bag full of cheeseburger, fries and fried chicken. It was the snack Alex gave him to wait until meal is ready. It became an habit for Mathieu to always have his mouth full, and it helped him to focus on his games.

When his hand reached the end of the bag, Mathieu realised how full he was. Pieces of food were everywhere on his cheeks, double chin and on the top of his belly. He let a burp out and pat his heavy tummy.

« My, my ! I was hungry ! I guess that all that food have to go somewhere, I’ve maybe put on few pounds »

He reminded him to talk to Alex about it later, then tried to get up to rest on his bed. However, the laziness of his mind and his full belly were telling him to stay in his chair to take a nap. He didn’t noticed how tight was his sweatpants, or how his tee-shirt get up and let a big part of his fat out, make him look like a totally good exmple of self-indulgence and greediness.

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Maybe two hours after Mathieu’s little feast, Alex just finished to cook for the meal. She was pretty proud of herself actually. She made a big bowl of pasta with carbonara, some homemade fries and a huge 500 g steak grilled to perfection.
There was ice cream for dessert, and a little salad for herself. She absolutely wanted to stay in shape. Fat look good on the others, but it was disgusting on her, to Alex’s point of view.

As she climbed the stairs to bring Mathieu in front of his meal, she could hear some little snores coming from his room. When she came in she couldn’t hold a smile of happiness by seeing her step brother, sleeping in his chair, his belly visible under his tight clothes, looking well fed and well spoiled. She kissed him on his cheeks and say:

“Wakey wakey! It’s time for a meal!
- I’m coming, I’m coming…” he said, still drowsy.

“Hey… Alex?
- Yeah?
- I was thinking, do you think I’ve put on some weight?”