A Growing Star: Chapter 7

“Sawyer’s ‘big’ comeback pays off,” one headline read. Another one: “Sawyer is large and in charge on third record.” Sawyer was not surprised that headline after headline made puns about his weight, equating it to the commercial success of his third album ‘You Love You.’ Indeed, the album was a smash with the public, but for the most part critically panned. The reviews almost universally noted its saccharine feel-good lyrics and cheesy production, while praising Sawyer’s vocal delivery. To be honest, Sawyer agreed with them. 

Currently, he was in the midst of tour and ready to put this album cycle behind him. The label had forced a set list on him that consisted of his hardest hitting songs and only one ballad. This meant extensive choreography and set design with a multiple costume changes. Unintentionally, Sawyer dropped about twenty pounds a few months ago while training for the tour choreography. He had no choice but to hit the gym regularly to improve his stamina and this resulted in him building some muscle and losing some fat. He was still a plump man, but a bit more agile. He missed his lazy lifestyle of the last few years, but he had no other option lest he completely humiliate himself on stage.

However, things changed a bit once he actually hit the road. Touring was a demanding and difficult lifestyle that most musicians struggled to get through. With shows almost every other night he no longer had time to rest, go to the gym, stretch, or have a comforting meal and relax. He was constantly on the go without a moment of rest, and the stress led to comfort eating and binge drinking. It didn’t take long before those twenty pounds came back with a vengeance, plus some. Before he knew it, his costumes were having to be let out and the choreography was becoming increasingly difficult with an ever swollen belly in the way. 

One evening, coming off a particularly exhausting show in Texas, he headed straight for the tour bus shouting at whoever would listen to have wings delivered ASAP. Within ten minutes someone was knocking at his door with the best wings in town, he opened up and grabbed the plate from a PA. 

“Hey! Sawyer?” A nearby voice nervously shouted. 

Sawyer looked down from his bus to see a beautiful twink staring at him with stars in his eyes. 

“I’m a big fan, have been since the beginning. I just- would you, would you sign my shirt?”

“Sure,” Sawyer stepped down to the asphalt. “What’s your name?”

“Freddie. Thank you so much. It’s such an honor to meet you, I love your work.”

“Oh yeah? What do you think of the new album?”

“Well… honestly?”

“Yeah, honestly.” 

“It’s good, but a little… self-help-y? But I love the new look, it’s so sexy.”

Sawyer chuckled, “You know what? I agree. You wanna join me for some wings, Freddie?”

Naturally, Freddie eagerly agreed and followed the superstar into his bus. Sawyer demolished the majority of the wings while Freddie nervously ate one and a half. After licking his fingers clean, Sawyer hefted himself close to Freddie so that they were nearly touching, and whispered something sweet to him. He barely had to say anything to get guys like this to sleep with him. A small compliment or smile was all it took. Sure enough, minutes later Sawyer had his massive thighs spread while Freddie sucked him off. The twink massaged Sawyer’s lush thigh fat and bulging belly while going to town on his cock. It didn’t take long for Sawyer to orgasm with a gruff moan followed by a saucy chicken wing burp. Wiping his lips, he promptly asked Freddie to leave. 

Sawyer was in Louisiana the next night and had made the mistake of gorging on Southern comfort food for hours before his performance. When it came time to hit the stage he was bloated and could feel the food churning in his stomach. He dreaded having to put on a show for everyone and even tried to cancel, but his manager wouldn’t allow it. To get up the gumption to perform, Sawyer killed half a bottle of whisky and hit the stage. Needless to say, it didn’t go well. 

He woke up to his publicist freaking out. Apparently, his belly flopped out of his costume midway through the performance and he hadn’t noticed. Half the show was drunkenly performed with his gut hanging out, wiggling and bobbing to the choreography, red stretch marks and all. Further, his pants had ripped in the crotch. To make it worse, every moment of this was recorded in high definition and posted all over social media. Overnight, the story had spread everywhere, with numerous articles panning his performance and pointing out that he was clearly drunk and too fat to keep up with the choreography. 

Doctors were brought on talk shows to discuss his very obvious weight gain in recent months, how alcoholism can lead to obesity, and more. One very popular article circulated noting how there is healthy fat and unhealthy fat, and that Sawyer clearly fell into the latter category. Of course, the label was furious. Sawyer had two days off before his next show in Georgia and was forced into the gym to sober up and build his stamina. 

Although Sawyer complied, he still struggled on stage. The choreography was simply too demanding at his weight. His body was heavy and got in the way of itself and the constricting costumes only exacerbated the problem. The more difficult it became, the more Sawyer sought comfort in food and alcohol, and the fatter he became. With each show more articles surfaced online documenting his fall from grace. Facing career suicide and with little other options, the label cancelled the rest of the tour and enrolled Sawyer in rehab.