Shane and Jazz

Chapter 1

There was a loud bing from the other room. "What was that?!" Jazz asked from the bedroom. Shane sighed loudly and replied " That was the sound of my ass getting too big for my favorite pants." Jazz walked out of their room to see Shane standing there, pouting. Stomach slightly protruding, same as their lip. "We were so close to getting healthy then I had to get a job and ruin the organization we had set up. Now we only eat junk, overeat it at that." Jazz realized when they weren't the one cooking Shane just kept getting bigger. Jazz examined their roommate from head to toe.

They met right before the pandemic, this is where they had started to gain. They'd only been out of the army for a year and Shane and Jazz had started working at a company that hooked them up during the pandemic. Business was booming so they were able to get hotel rooms and give gift cards for food. Jazz had medical issues so they cooked whole meals in their hotel room and invited who they could, completely against the rules. On top of the meals that Jazz made Shane was eating for three, at least. Hotel rooms without a fridge meant either eat all of the food you ordered or throw it out. Shane was a muscular one hundred sixty pounds with a beautiful six pack.

By 2021 the abs turned into a small stomach. Now in 2026, living with Jazz, Shane stood at two hundred pounds. Their confidence shrinking as the numbers on the scale grew. Jazz tried to comfort Shane. "You'll get back down soon, you just have to commit time to it. Maybe run outside more instead of never leaving your gaming chair except to go to work." Shane takes their pants off and starts looking for bigger ones. They find them and finish getting ready to go to work. "I just want to chill after standing for eight hours straight. Well, I guess now I don't stand that often since I started the night shift."

Jazz tried for a few weeks to cook for the two of them while working. This always only lasts about two weeks until they become too tired to go on. Even with the healthy cooking Shane's belly has continued to grow. It now enveloped his pants button. Dark stretchmarks painted a story of their indulgence. Ordering a bit too much when at work then getting his meals delivered with love to his gaming desk almost every two hours. All the while only moving to get to and from work. Their endurance was nowhere to be found and Shane hadn't realized until one day the elevator in the building broke. They thought four flights shouldn't be that bad.

Jazz handed Shane a glass of water once they were in. Wheezing and panting from walking the four flights of stairs, they could only hold the cup and try to catch their breath. It was official to them mentally that they were a true fatty now.