All characters are 18+
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"Wow you were huge before you lost all that weight!"
Mark wished Devin would stop saying such obvious things. At his worst, he'd been nearly 350 lbs and a size 20 in pants. He kept one pair of pants to remind himself to never let himself go that badly ever again. Mark gave a forced chuckle in response to Devin and turned back to his video game.
"Dude," Devin continued even though Mark was clearly not listening, "I bet we could both fit into these pants if we wanted to. We could walk around and pretend to be conjoined twins, that would be fucking hilarious."
"Mhm."
Devin moved so he stood right in front of the tv, "Did you hear me?"
Mark took off his headset and blinked a few times, "No, what did you say?"
Devin held up the baggy khakis and waved them around like a banner, "Let's try to both fit in these. Then you can pat yourself on the back for how far you made it with your weight and whatever."
"No, that's stupid."
"Come on, you ex-chub. Just one time!" Devin was adamant.
"Ugh fine! But you're being a dick about this, I don't like to be reminded about how fat I used to be."
Mark got off his ass and stood adjacent Devin. Mark stood with both feet in one pant leg and motioned for Devin to get into the other. However, when they stood side by side, they weren't able to pull the waist over both of their hips. Devin stepped out and Mark suggested that they both wear the pants normally, but with one person standing behind the other.
Devin moved behind Mark and stepped into the pants. Devin's front was pressed against Mark's back, and after they pulled up the khakis and buttoned them, there was not much room to move.
"Oh my god, this is hilarious!" Devin roared with laughter, "Let's try walking!!"
Devin and Mark practiced stepping in unison all over the dorm room.
"Is this how you felt, walking around?"
"I didn't have to worry about coordinating with another person, so no...?" Mark was getting tired of Devin's inquiries about being obese.
After five more minutes of Devin laughing and the pair walking around, Mark felt something strange.
"Fuck, dude, are you hard right now?"
"Mark, come on, you know it is when you got shit rubbing against your junk... I don't mean anything by it, honest."
Mark unbuttoned the pants and tried to get the zipper down but it was stuck, "Devin, I can't get out."
"What?? Dude, let me try," Devin wrapped both arms around Mark's waist and tried to get the zipper down but it wouldn't budge. Mark tried to make space at the front of the pants by pushing backwards... right into Devin's hard on.
"Dude, are you trying to feel my dick?"
"No, dumbass, I'm trying to make room for the fucking zipper to move down."
"Okay, well stop moving I'm trying to concentrate on getting this shit unstuck," Devin still had his arms around Mark, fumbling with the little piece of metal.
While Devin was fumbling with the zipper, his fingers kept brushing Mark's soft cock. Mark forced himself to think of spiders and worms in an attempt to stop himself from getting an erection. Against his will, blood flowed into his penis and the already tight pants got even tighter.
"Oh fuck," Mark breathed quietly. He could feel Devin's cock throbbing through the two pairs of basketball shorts.
Devin stopped trying to pull the zipper down and clenched his fists at his sides, "Mark you need to stop moving."
Mark hadn't even noticed he'd been gently grinding against Devin's erection. He'd been moving his hips slightly, trying to get any sort of friction he could against his own cock.
