A Growing Star: Chapter 6

Sawyer struggled to catch his breath as he reached the top of the stairs to his plastic surgeon’s office. Over the past year while his album was being mixed and mastered and the label was planning the roll out, Sawyer had nothing to do but sit at home and indulge himself. He probably had gained around a hundred pounds since his fitness peak during the promotion of ‘Your Peach.’ There was no denying that Sawyer had become positively fat. His belly entered the room before the rest of him, his chiseled features were softened by excess chub, all of his pants were specially tailored to fit his gargantuan ass and thighs, and physical activity, such as climbing stairs, was more difficult than ever. 

Per the advice of his label, he had booked an appointment for a cryolipolysis session, a noninvasive procedure that reduces the appearance of cellulite in the short term and can even shrink fat cells in the long term. Sawyer was having the procedure done for its short term effects, as he had a nearly nude photoshoot coming up in a few days. 

The album was dropping in three months and Sawyer was gearing up for an extensive press tour including interviews on major networks, magazine spreads, and live performances, at the end of which would be a world tour. The press tour was always the most gruelling aspect of releasing an album and Sawyer was growing increasingly anxious. Interviews and photoshoots were nerve wracking in and of themselves, let alone with a newly overweight and highly publicised body. 

The label was getting him prepared for the fact that most interviews would focus on his body along with coaching him how to bring the conversation back around to the music. He was also given a new gym regimen that he was not abiding by. The goal was not to lose weight, he was told, but to build stamina. Even Lizzo was a frequent gym rat who stayed in great shape despite the extra weight. This was crucial to sustaining the demanding lifestyle of a touring musician. 

All of this filled Sawyer with dread, most of all because he wasn’t a fan of his new album. Somehow, over the course of several meetings and small tweaks to this song and that song, the album had become something completely different from what he had originally envisioned. It was full of soul-pop bangers about loving yourself and not needing to be in a relationship. Daniel had very publicly broken up with Sawyer early last year, and the label leaped on the opportunity to weave that narrative into the album. It all felt artificial and empty. 

In actuality, Sawyer was still disappointed over the breakup. Daniel had told him point blank that he was too fat and his attraction had fizzled. Strangely, it wasn’t the too fat part that bothered Sawyer, but that Daniel’s attraction was based in something so shallow. Sawyer thought they had a real connection that transcended sex. Still, he tried not to dwell on being dumped. In fact, Sawyer was getting more ass as a fat guy than he ever did when he was ripped. 

Following the cryolipolysis, Sawyer went to the salon for a facial, manicure, and pedicure. It felt nice to relax and be pampered, although he knew he was expected to be at the gym in an hour. Not surprisingly, he skipped the gym and ignored the calls from his trainer, choosing instead to chow down on a foot long sub sandwich. He followed that up by polishing off an entire carton of ice cream in his fridge and cracking a bottle of wine. 

Drunk, naked, bored, and horny, Sawyer invited an old groupie over who he used to fuck. When the young man arrived and saw Sawyer’s already naked bulging body, he remarked, “You really are as fat as they say,” and then left. Frustrated, Sawyer jerked off to porn. He now used a fleshjack whenever he jerked off as it was easier than reaching around his belly and fat pad to yank at his dick. 

His belly now had a prodigious overhang that he had to lift to wash under or button his pants. His fat pad had grown to massive proportions and was striped with stretchmarks. His cock looked much less impressive now that it was hidden behind all the gooey chub. His thighs also had stretch marks, though they were thin and web-like. He now used chafing cream on his inner thighs. 

His ass grew with everything else and the Internet had a great time riffing on ‘Your Peach’ by making memes and Tik Toks of his new rounded rump. Sawyer found the strangest part about getting fat to be how much it limited your movement. Reaching for something high was just as difficult as bending over. He now had two assistants who traded shifts so he had someone around 24/7 to do menial tasks like tying his shoes or picking up the house. He’d become a helpless and decadent pig. 

As his fleshjack quickened in pace, his fleshy body began to jiggle, and he could feel himself close to orgasm. These days the slightest activity caused him to break a sweat which meant that an aggressive jerk off sesh left him gasping for air. With short quick breaths, he slammed the flesh jack against his groin, where it slapped loudly against his fat pad. Sawyer looked over as his phone began vibrating with a call. It was his trainer. He let it ring and ring as he shot his load.