A Growing Star: Chapter 2

Sawyer reclined beachside, sipping a fruity blended drink. After one month on a private island with no one around but his wait staff and occasional visits from his publicist, he was feeling great. Despite being surrounded by freshly cut fruits and vegetables, he texted the wait staff group chat requesting a hawaiian style pizza delivered straight to his spot on the beach. Although the mansion he was renting was replete with a world class gym, he didn’t work out once during his stay, preferring to indulge himself with all the alcohol, food, and weed he desired. The label negotiated a single month of relaxation for Sawyer and he was going to make the most of it. 

With only three days remaining, Sawyer was determined to live like a king and enjoy his time. After a large pizza and a fresh pina colada he headed back inside to raid the cookie jar. While chomping down on some delicious chocolate chip cookies, another pina colada seemed to appear out of nowehere, and he decided to take the entire jar to the couch to play some video games. Before launching the playstation he sparked a fat blunt and took a few tokes. Several hours passed in a haze and he awoke covered in cookie crumbs with a game controller resting on his stomach. 

Sawyer smoked the rest of the blunt and launched pornhub on the screen. He found a video of two twinks getting railed by a muscle daddy and got to work. By the end of the video he had shot his load and passed out once again. This time he awoke in complete darkness and turned the TV on for some ambient light. It was three in the morning and he was starving. He hit up the wait staff for two burgers and some chilli cheese fries. 

Completely naked, he lumbered to the fridge for a fresh beer and then to his bedroom where he squeezed into a new pair of Speedos. He noticed they fit a bit snug in both the front and back and gave his ass a squeeze. He figured he’d put on some weight back there but didn’t think twice about it. Rolling another blunt, he sauntered to the balcony to light it up. As he sat down he heard the sound of threads snapping and felt the sensation of being cut in half at the waist. He stood back up and examined the damage on his Speedos. 

Sliding them off, Sawyer grabbed a new pair and pulled them up. They were just as tight as the prior pair. These all fit fine at the beginning of the month, which meant he had definitely put on some pounds. Unwilling to go through the effort of trying any more clothes on, especially if they would be tight and uncomfortable, Sawyer grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. After getting properly stoned he chowed down on his burgers and fries. 

The next two days passed by in a similar manner and before he knew it, he was boarding a plane back to Los Angeles. Wearing an Adidas tracksuit that fit much more comfortably before his vacation, Sawyer kicked back in his private plane and celebrated his last few hours of freedom with some beer and catering. By the time the plane landed he had a solid buzz and was warming up to the idea of returning home. As Sawyer exited the airport he was greeted by a flurry of paparazzi, catching him off guard. He rushed to his car and ordered the driver to take him home and stop at In-N-Out on the way.

The next day he got a notification on his phone. It was his manager. Apparently Sawyer was back in the headlines, but this time for his weight. Social media was buzzing about the photos of Sawyer leaving the airport, three particular photos in fact. The first was an unflattering angle that made his thighs look massively beefy. The second was from behind, showing off his ass. A good chunk of the comments on that one were positive. But what stung the most was the third photo, of Sawyer climbing into the SUV. A very clear fat roll formed right at his waist, and the comments on social media were savage.