A Growing Star: Epilogue

Four years later

Sawyer finished his bench press and dropped the weights to the grown. Wiping the sweat from his brow he lumbered to the kitchen for his post-workout protein shake. After downing it in only a few minutes he hopped in the shower for a quick rinse. Running his hands over his extended gut, broad muscled shoulders, and perky bubble butt, he felt confident and energized for the rest of the day. Following the shower he sat down on his porch overlooking the ocean and dug into a fatty American breakfast catered from his favorite diner in town. 

As Sawyer gazed upon the ocean and filled his stomach, he felt a wave of gratitude wash over him. Sawyer was dropped from his label after the nightmare that was ‘You Love You’, which ended up being a blessing in disguise. He moved out of Beverly Hills and got a modern home in Malibu right on the beach. He had the guest bedroom converted into a music studio and spent the last couple years casually recording music at his own pace. 

Almost every morning Sawyer could be found in his home gym, pumping iron and doing light cardio. He enjoyed his bigger body and had no interest in losing it, but wanted to grow larger in a healthy way. His body was now that of a bearish muscle stud. His gut was framed by formidable shoulders and a strong chest that slightly sagged from excess fat. His belly, while still soft and squishy, had gained a more rounded shape and seemed to extend further from his body every month. He’d even grown to love his fat pad and meaty thighs. However, the best part of working out was watching his ass swell to massive proportions. With strong glutes and a generous layer of fat, it looked like he had two melons on his backside. For the first time in awhile he felt healthy, happy, and in love. 

For almost a year Sawyer had been seeing his stylist, Jerome. Jerome was more of an otter, or a cub in training, and he loved Sawyer’s physique. Most of all, he loved Sawyer for who he was, which was refreshing. Even after ‘You Love You,’ Sawyer received tons of attention from admirous men, but they were all sycophants or fetishists. No one was truly interested in who he was as a person, but Jerome was. 

Jerome even wanted to grow bigger himself, and Sawyer was having a great time introducing him to his lifestyle of working out and gluttony. Jerome had put on about thirty pounds since they met, a good chunk of which was muscle. That being said, Jerome still had a small furry belly and very recently had to buy all new pants. The couple had both a physical and mental connection and things were going swimmingly. 

In fact, Sawyer and Jerome had been collaborating closely on the roll out of Sawyer’s newest album, which had just been released. Titled ‘All the Ways We Are’ the LP was a true back to basics album of stylish synthy ballads and atmospheric midtempo bops. Sawyer was incredibly proud of it and Jerome had designed a host of outfits to match the mood of the album. ‘All the Ways We Are’ had only been out for a few days but the positive reviews were already rolling in. Sawyer knew the album was great, but it was still a surprise to see it was taking off on streaming platforms. Analysts were projecting a chart smash, something unheard of for an unsigned and, in the eyes of the public at least, washed up artist. 

Sawyer polished off his plate and headed back to the kitchen for a pint of ice cream. He was feeling hungrier than usual and had some time to kill before Jerome arrived home from a meeting. The popstar fooled around in the studio while absentmindedly polishing off the ice cream. Before he knew it his lover was kissing the back of his head. 

“Hey, beautiful. It’s a gorgeous day out. Why don’t we go for a swim, what do you say?”

“Sounds great to me!”

The two men stripped their clothes and squeezed into their Speedos. Unfortunately, Sawyer’s was a little tighter than expected. 

“Have I grown already?! These fit last month.”

“I think you know the answer to that, love,” Jerome replied and thwacked his peachy ass. “You look fine honestly. I mean your ass is eating the backside up, but maybe it works as a thong?”

The two burst out laughing. 

“I mean it’s not uncomfortable. Why not.”

The couple sauntered down their stairs and onto the beach holding hands. As they got close to the water they broke into a jog and splashed into a wave, their bubble butts bouncing all the way.