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A young woman tries to keep her figure during Covid-19 quarantine. Will her family’s heavy history get the better of her?

Quarantine Genes
By Madeline Maple

Aly never had a normal childhood. Her family never went on picnics or trips to the amusement park. Not when you have a mother who weighs over 800 pounds. Aly grew up accustomed to her mom’s extreme fatness, but she also resented what it kept her family from doing. Aly never brought friends home from school, afraid of what they would say about her mother and the folding flesh that poured over her body. Aly felt ashamed of her mother’s belly that hung in partitions down her front, and she felt ashamed of her mother’s pillowy arms with the pendulous bags of flesh underneath.

Her family loved to talk about the so-called “Johnson genes.” When her mom was too fat to go to Aly’s piano recital, the Johnson genes were to blame. When her mom was too fat to build a snowman in the backyard, the Johnson genes were to blame. Aly was sick and tired of hearing about the Johnson genes. They seemed like a mysterious guiding hand that decided her family’s fate. Sometimes, late at night, Aly would lie awake fearing what the genes might have in store for her.

While Aly resented her mother’s fatness, her older sister Jordan seemed to embrace it. When Aly was in eighth grade, Jordan was getting ready to graduate from high school. Jordan, like her mom, gave in to the Johnson genes and weighed over 400 pounds. She was too big to fit into any graduation gown, and Jordan made the case that she should be allowed to skip the ceremony. Her mother was too big to attend anyway.

Jordan talked about the effects of the Johnson genes on her own body and how hard it was to stand and climb stairs. Wouldn’t it be easier if the family just celebrated the graduation at home where they all could be together? Her mom relented. Jordan skipped the ceremony, and she stayed at home with her mom while they shared an enormous feast to celebrate. Aly watched with a suspicious eye as her sister and mother ate barbequed rib after barbequed rib and brownie after brownie. Her dad loved to cook, seemingly oblivious to the gluttony on display.

As a kid, Aly would sometimes ask about the Johnson genes. Her mom had to admit that she didn’t even know the origin of the name. Johnson was neither her mother’s maiden name nor her grandmother’s maiden name. The origin of the Johnson genes was “lost to history,” her mother would explain. All she knew was that generations of women in her family had genes causing them to become very fat. Her mom never had anything else to say about it.

Aly was never satisfied by her mother’s explanation. After all, did genes make her mom drink an entire two liter of coke with dinner? Did genes make her sister eat three bowls of popcorn as a midmorning snack? As Aly entered her rebellious teenage years, she saw the Johnson genes as a polite fiction to explain away the effects of a sedentary lifestyle coupled with horrendous eating habits. She learned enough in biology class to know that a genetic predisposition to weight gain could be curbed by behavior, and she decided to take the matter into her own hands.

Aly resolved to avoid the fate of the Johnson genes.

But staying skinny was hard to do when one is constantly surrounded by huge amounts of fattening foods. Aly stayed small compared to her sister Jordan, but she still gained more weight than she wanted. She managed to stay small enough to attend her high school graduation, at least. At 250 pounds, her heavy breasts and ample hips could fit into a graduation gown, and her dad cheered when Aly crossed the stage to get her diploma.

Aly couldn’t wait to go away to college. Her sister Jordan stayed at home and attended a local community college. By the end of Jordan’s second year, she had to go to school online because her 550-pound frame made it impossible to come to campus and walk from class to class. While in college, Jordan met her future husband, Bill. Aly could hardly believe how Bill actually took pleasure in Jordan’s massive body. Bill was always hugging and squeezing his wife’s many rolls of fat. Aly recoiled in disgust.

At her going away party for college, her family held another massive celebration feast. Aly barely ate anything, choosing to push food around on her plate. She saw her brother-in-law Bill feed spoonfuls of chocolate pudding to Jordan. Aly glared at her sister’s bulbous body that now weighed more than 600 pounds, wondering how long it would take before Jordan was too big to leave her home much like her mother. Aly figured it was only a matter of time, and she knew her sister’s fate was sealed with a spoon and not her DNA.

Aly lost weight in college. She was away from the gaslighting talk of the Johnson genes and liberated from the endless supply of rich foods. In the weight loss, Aly found confirmation that the Johnson genes were nothing more than an excuse. Her weight settled at around 200 pounds, and she enjoyed her relatively modest curves that afforded an active lifestyle and a normal college experience. She once gained back 10 pounds when she went home over one of her winter breaks. As much as she missed her parents, she learned the hard way that she shouldn’t visit home too often. Instead, Aly chose to stay away at college whenever possible, feeling the freedom of a life unburdened by her family’s extreme fatness.

When college graduation came around, Aly was broke and saddled with student loans. She had no choice but to move back in with her parents. She got a job at a local Starbucks and started saving for her own apartment, steeled by her determination to keep her weight under control. By this time, her sister Jordan was on the far side of 700 pounds and being cared for by her husband Bill. It helped Aly feel more in control of her own body when she would visit Jordan and see her sister’s nearly immobile body with her lifeless breasts sagging to the sides of a distended belly that pushed her legs far apart.

While living at home after graduation, Aly was dead set on saving money. But that meant eating at home rather than going out for a salad or some other healthier option. Her dad loved having his baby back home, and he showered Aly with heavy meals loaded with carbs and cheese. Her mother was constantly snacking, and the kitchen was always stocked with chips and candy. Aly found it hard to find healthy food to eat.

After a year of living with her parents, Aly, much to her chagrin, had gained back all the weight she lost and more. Pushing 300 pounds, Aly was horrified to look in the mirror and see her distended breasts and puffy hips riddled with cellulite. One day her mother watched as Aly struggled to zip up a coat, clearly having outgrown the garment. Aly turned bright red when her mother had the audacity to start talking about the Johnson genes at work. Her mom was trying to help Aly feel better about the weight gain, but it made Aly furious. Aly knew her eating habits were the true culprit, not some made up genetic nonsense.

The day couldn’t come soon enough when Aly saved enough money to get an apartment with a friend from college. She lugged her 300-pound body out of her parents’ home and into a fashionably furnished apartment in a hip part of town. Without the heavy meals from her parents, Aly could once again lose weight. She never got down to her college weight, but she managed to diet to 250 pounds. She loved living her own life. She loved going out with friends, and she loved visiting bars and clubs. Dating was a regular occurrence, and she even had a steady girlfriend for a short while.

While living on her own, she would sometimes go back to visit her parents. When at her childhood home, she set a rule to never come during meals and to refuse all snacks. The tactic worked, and Aly was happy to live her own life without the weight of her family dragging her down.

After a year or two living with her friend, Aly started to see news about a virus in China that was deadlier than the traditional flu. She didn’t think too much of it until she heard reports that the virus had made its way to the United States. It was March of 2020, and she started to feel scared as businesses shut down and local news reported a high percentage of positive cases of the virus now called Covid-19. Her roommate was quite the germaphobe and was terrified by the burgeoning pandemic. Aly pleaded for her roommate to stay. Instead, her friend moved out to be with her own parents. At the same time, Aly was laid off from Starbucks and the lease on her apartment ended.

Although it was the last thing she wanted to do, Aly had no choice but to move back home with her parents yet again.

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Aly tried to stay busy during the early days of quarantine. She caught up on her reading, took up jigsaw puzzles, and did a yoga routine every morning. While her father loaded her dinner plate night after night, Aly did her best to practice portion control. Her mother would sometimes encourage her to “clean her plate,” but Aly knew better than to take nutritional advice from a woman whose 800 pounds kept her bedbound.

As quarantine wore on, the days melded into one another. Aly’s daily yoga routine became every other day, then once a week, and then the yoga stopped all together. Aly finished a book and wasn’t motived to start another, and the same went for the jigsaw puzzles. She found it easier just to sit hour after hour on the loveseat next to her mother’s bed while the two watched television. Like most people around the world, Aly withdrew into her quarantine cocoon.

Aly’s only contact aside from her parents was the occasional zoom chat with her sister Jordan and her brother-in-law Bill. For Jordan, quarantine was no different than her usual life since Jordan’s weight now rivaled that of her mother and was dependent on Bill for her every need.

Aly’s portions grew larger as quarantine wore on. Even with her dad’s loaded servings, Aly was cleaning her plate and often asking for seconds. At first, Aly avoided snacking between meals. She watched her mom eat throughout the day, but Aly would wait until mealtime and wait to eat until she felt hungry. But one day, while sitting on the loveseat watching tv with her mom, Aly spied a nearly full family size bag of potato chips resting next to her mom’s thigh folds on the bed. Aly already ate a big lunch that day and didn’t feel the least bit hungry. Nevertheless, she reached for the bag and robotically ate chip after chip until they were gone. When dinner rolled around that night, she had no trouble eating a full meal and even had room for two desserts.

By late spring of 2020, Aly had a new routine. She would wake up, go to her mother’s side, settle into the loveseat, and keep her mom company while they both ate extraordinary amounts of food in front of the television. Aly’s dad served his wife and daughter throughout the day, and he took pride in providing for his family.

One might say Aly was feeling depressed, but in truth she wasn’t feeling much of anything. She was just waiting for the pandemic to be under control. Once or twice she had half a thought about all the food she was eating, and she could tell her weight was increasing. She still had some of her old fat clothes from when she weighed three hundred pounds, so when her pants felt snug, she grabbed a different pair that fit.

If Aly stopped to think about it, and she hardly even bothered to think about it, she wouldn’t get too worried about her weight. She knew she gained weight when living at her parents’ house, but she would lose weight when she moved out. She just had to ride out quarantine until she could get her life back.

Aly felt a little concerned when she outgrew a pair of sweatpants and had no other pair that fit. But even that wasn’t too much of a big deal. She just ordered a larger pair online, and then turned her attention to the plate of nachos her dad delivered as a pre-dinner snack.

By the summer of 2020, news reports said it was safe to be outdoors if one maintained a social distance of six feet. Her former roommate called and invited Aly to meet her for a walk in a local park. Aly hadn’t been outside for months and seriously considered declining the invitation. But the memory of her active twentysomething life made her say yes.

At 350 pounds, Aly dressed in the only outfit that fit her, and her dad drove her to the park. The friend did a mild doubletake when she saw Aly’s size, but the two fell into a lively conversation and shared stories of their times before the virus. The “walk” in the park wasn’t much of a walk at all. The pair made it only as far as the nearest bench where Aly directed them both to sit. After about ten minutes, Aly’s friend asked if they should continue the walk. Again, they walked only so far to the next bench where Aly wanted to sit down for another rest. They both decided to enjoy the time together sitting rather than walking.

When Aly returned from her time at the park, she went directly to her mother’s side and plopped down on the loveseat. Her mom asked about the outing. Aly, still breathing heavily from the trip from the car, reached past her swelling bosom and outspread hips to rub her aching thighs. She explained that the “walk” was fun but also exhausting. Her mom replied that the Johnson genes make it difficult to take a walk in the park. In the back of her mind, Aly knew better than to attribute the problem to her genes, but she just nodded and reached for the can of Pringles sitting on her mother’s nightstand.

Aly’s outing to the park was her only trip outdoors. Summer turned to fall then turned to winter. Aly didn’t weigh herself, but her weight crept up to 400 pounds. She knew she had gained a lot of weight. She could feel it in her bones when she had trouble standing up long enough to take a shower. She could see it when she outgrew yet another pair of sweatpants that seemed huge on her just a month or two before. But she took solace in knowing they were in the middle of a pandemic when normal rules no longer applied.

Certainly, these were extraordinary times, and if she took time to think about it, and she rarely even took the time to think about it, she would reassure herself knowing that she’d get her life and her weight back under control when Covid-19 was over. And the good news was that she no longer needed to order new sweatpants because she was now big enough to fit into her sister’s old clothes. Given Jordan’s current weight of 900 pounds, it’s not like she would be needing them.

By spring of 2021, Aly wasn’t sure what to believe about the state of the pandemic. She knew more people were getting vaccinated and that rates were going down, but there were also reports of more contagious strains. The last thing she wanted was to infect her parents, especially her mom who was in a high-risk category because of her extreme obesity. So Aly stayed indoors and stuck to her quarantine routine.

In the summer of 2021, Aly got a call from her former roommate inviting her on another walk in the park. Rather than go through all the trouble of leaving the house, Aly chose instead to catch up with her friend on the phone. She learned that her friend was back to work. She also learned that her friend met a cute guy and the two were planning to move in together. Aly was happy for her friend, but she had been hoping that one day they might share another apartment. Now her hopes were dashed.

That same summer, Aly got a call from her former boss at Starbucks who asked if she would be interested in coming back to work. Aly learned that the coffee shop was busier than ever, and they could really use someone with her experience. Aly, however, declined the offer. She knew the Covid-19 virus was still a risk, and she wasn’t quite ready to take any chances.

By September of 2021, Aly had been in quarantine for a year and a half. Month after month she spent her days sitting on the loveseat next to her bedridden mom, still sharing the same snacks and meals. Aly had never eaten so much for so long with so little physical activity, and her weight ballooned to 475 pounds. She could no longer fit in the regular-sized bathroom and instead, Aly needed the en suite bathroom designed to accommodate her mom.

The family always called it the “Johnson genes bathroom,” and that’s how her dad referred to it when he showed her how to use the specially designed shower. It allowed Aly to walk right in with no steps and sit in a shower chair with special nozzles designed to clean hard to reach places. She had to admit that it felt good to feel so clean after months of struggling to reach past her hips to get soap on her lower legs and rear end.

When she returned from the shower, she sat right down in her loveseat to rest from the exertion. Her mother looked to Aly for confirmation when she talked about how good it felt to get clean “despite what the Johnson genes do to our bodies.” Aly just smiled and agreed with her mom. She actually did feel really good after a shower like that, and she knew she needed the special bathroom given how much she’d grown.

As fall turned to winter then turned to spring, the wealthier nations were moving on from Covid-19. There were fewer and fewer reports of the virus. Business was booming, and Aly watched on her television as the world woke up from quarantine.

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By spring of 2022, Aly had now spent two years eating on her loveseat while sharing her mom’s immobile lifestyle. She had no clue what she weighed, nor did she really want to know. At 525 pounds, it was difficult for Aly to do regular tasks, but she wasn’t exactly aware of that fact. Her dad was always there to bring Aly and her mom whatever they wanted. If Aly wanted another snack, she would just call out to her father just like her mother would do. If she wanted help getting up from the loveseat, her dad was there in a heartbeat to help her to her feet. And Aly never really paid that much attention to the clothes she outgrew. She still had her sister Jordan’s clothing stash to raid whenever something started to feel snug.

Aly and Jordan were closer than ever. Although they hadn’t seen each other in the flesh since before quarantine, they texted throughout the day and had frequent zoom chats. Jordan could see that Aly was wearing her old clothes, and Aly’s face had clearly gotten much fatter. Her speech now took on a lower tone with heavier breathing in-between sentences. Jordan was curious about her sister’s weight gain, but more importantly, she just missed seeing her sister in person. As a result, Jordan invited Aly to come for a visit. Aly was a little nervous at the thought of leaving her parents’ home, but the thought of being with her sister again was enough for Aly to accept the invitation.

It was summer of 2022, and Aly was getting ready to leave the house for the first time in two years since her “walk” in the park. At 550 pounds, Aly felt unsteady on her feet as she walked through the living room. At home she never walked more than ten feet at a time, and she could always lean her hand against the wall to regain her balance. She imagined going down the walkway to her dad’s car and up the walkway to Jordan’s house. All that heavy flesh pressing down on her two tiny feet seemed like a recipe for disaster. The possibility of a fall felt very real.

Her dad seemed to read her mind when he came to her with a long metal stick with a curved handle. Aly recognized it immediately as Jordan’s old cane that her sister used when she was struggling to make it to campus at the community college. Her dad smiled when he explained that it’s a useful tool for people with the Johnson genes. Aly tried the cane as she walked around the living room and found it helped keep her balance. She raised the cane, smiled at her dad, and agreed.

Aly’s dad knew better than to have his daughter try to fit in the front seat of their SUV. Instead, he gently guided her to the spacious back seat. Aly found it hard to climb into the seat, but her dad was there with his strong arms to help her get into position. With a seat belt extender at the ready, her dad clicked the belt into place, and they were off.

It was only a drive across town to her sister’s house, but Aly marveled at the outside world. She knew from watching television that the Covid pandemic was pretty much over, but it still surprised her to see so many people out and about living their regular lives. She had a nagging thought that escaped her. Had she allowed herself to think it, she would have wondered how she might get back to her pre-quarantine lifestyle. Instead, Aly remembered her mom had given her a few Snickers bars for the ride to Jordan’s house. She was glad to have something to tide her over.

Jordan’s dad had previously explained they would need a strong, large chair without armrests for Aly. This intrigued Jordan and Bill who were eager to know how much Aly had gained, figuring she must have become quite large if she needed special furniture. Still, they weren’t prepared for the sight of Aly with her 550 pounds carefully waddling into their home using a cane for balance. Jordan saw that Aly’s hourglass shape had changed such that her belly, hips, and thighs blended together. Jordan could see ripples of fat under her sister’s sweatsuit as hundreds of pounds of fat shook and shivered with every step.

Jordan recognized Aly’s sweatsuit as one of the last outfits Jordan wore before she got too big for anything other than tent-like dresses. She saw Aly’s heavy breathing, red face, and reliance on her cane. It was clear that walking was getting very difficult for her sister. Jordan figured this short trip was more exercise than Aly had in a long time.

As Aly finally sat down on the special chair laid out just for her, Jordan and Bill gave Aly a minute or two to catch her breath. Meanwhile, Jordan gave herself a chance to realize that this extremely fat woman in front of her was actually her little sister. The last time she saw Aly in person was two and half years ago, before the quarantine began, when her sister was a mere 250 pounds. Now Aly was 550 pounds, meaning a gain of three hundred pounds in less than a few years.

Jordan never imagined Aly would be this big. She saw her sister’s sweatpants stretched tightly across her heavy hips that sagged around the edges of the seat. Jordan saw the sweatsuit top riding up on the upper roll of her sister’s belly. She watched as Aly instinctively pulled the top down over her bulging flesh, only to have it ride up several inches almost immediately. It was clear that Aly needed a bigger outfit. Meanwhile, Bill sat in amazement, shocked by Aly’s weight gain. He listened to the heavy breathing of his immobile wife and extremely fat sister-in-law.

Despite their shock at Aly’s new growth, Jordan and Bill were polite enough to ignore the elephant in the room, and they chatted away as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Aly enjoyed the change of scenery, and it felt good to be with her sister again. They shared stories about new foods they recently discovered and exchanged tips about new tv shows to watch. As the visit neared its end, Jordan was already accustomed to her sister’s new size, and in fact, she found herself feeling closer to her than ever. After all Jordan was too fat to walk, and her sister looked to be on the verge of a similar fate. They never had more in common.

When Aly was getting ready to leave, she waddled over to her sister and slowly, carefully, bent down to give Jordan a hug. The two women together weighed almost 1,500 pounds, and it was quite a sight as Aly’s excess flesh flowed onto the pools of fat on Jordan’s arms and sides.

The next day, Aly was zoom chatting with her sister and brother-in-law. She learned that Bill had a friend named Amanda who was interested in meeting Aly. It took her a minute to realize that Bill was talking about a blind date. It had been so long since she was on the dating scene! Aly had to think for a while, and she finally asked if this friend would be comfortable going on a date with someone who had Johnson genes.

For half a second, it struck Jordan as a little odd to hear Aly refer to herself as someone with the Johnson genes. She briefly recalled how much scorn Aly would heap on her mother and sister when they used genetics as an excuse for their weight. But Jordan barely blinked an eye. She quickly explained that Amanda actually preferred “us ladies with a larger figure.” And they made plans for Amanda and Aly to meet for lunch at Jordan and Bill’s house.

A year passed. It was summer of 2023 and Aly was at her sister’s home getting ready for her wedding ceremony to Amanda. They had been dating for the past year and were maddingly and delightfully in love. Aside from her blossoming relationship with Amanda, not much else had changed for Aly, except for maybe her figure. As usual, she spent the past year mostly sitting on her loveseat next to her mom eating throughout the day. Although she also spent a fair amount of time texting and zoom chatting with her fiancee.

At 650 pounds, Aly’s hips were starting to feel snug at the edges of the loveseat by her mother’s bed. Aly took this as a sign that it was time to move into Amanda’s house where she had a fully renovated shower and bathroom with an extra-large adjustable bed bought just for Aly. She also took comfort in knowing that Amanda was a fantastic cook, and Aly knew she’d never go hungry.

Aly felt radiant in her flowing white silk wedding gown. She hired a seamstress to make it with plenty of room across her body. Aly knew that at her current size, the fat distributed differently depending on her position. The smooth fabric felt luscious against her skin, sometimes getting pulled deep into one of her many rolls of fat.

Aly’s dad gently helped his daughter to her feet as the wedding march began to play. Luckily, she was only walking a few feet from one end of the living room to another. The “march” was just for the sake of tradition. Aly clutched her dad’s arm on one side and held the metal cane with the other arm as she carefully shuffled as fast as she could into her soon-to-be wife’s arms. Amanda, clad in a dashing three-piece suit, eased her bountiful bride into a reinforced chair, and she gently dabbed the sweat from Aly’s brow as they waited a few minutes for her to catch her breath.

Aly’s mom watched via zoom as her baby girl exchanged vows with Amanda. Her sister Jordan couldn’t stop crying tears of joy. As they both said “I do,” Aly raised her head to face Amanda. Aly eased into a long, deep kiss. She felt her wife lightly squeeze the cascading folds of fat on her sides. For that wonderful moment, and for many moments to come, Aly felt lucky to have her Johnson genes.

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Hey, everybody! It's good to be back.

This is a weight gain short story with no chapter breaks. I use third person omniscient and blend two WG subgenres: the family curse subgenre and the quarantine gain subgenre. I’m especially excited about my take on the idea of a family “curse,” opting for realism over the supernatural and grounding the plot device in genetics and behavioral denial. I usually lean into descriptive detail, but for this story I thought it would be fun to try something more straightforward and plot driven. I had a lot of fun writing it, and thanks for reading!

I’m hanging out at Deviant Art these days. Please come and say hi! Here's a link to my DA profile.

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You have no idea how excited I was to see your name in the byline of a new story! You always do such a captivating job with the struggles of the upper end of weight...
 

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This story is absolutely genius! Had to make an account to compliment you! My favourite part is how she denies the Johnson genes and then is forced to embrace it because she’s never going back to her pre quarantaine body! And secondly I love the way she became socially awkward because of the lockdown!
Can’t wait for the next one!
 

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