Shawn Mendes Weight Gain

Chapter 2: The Morning After

     Shawn woke up with a pounding head and sweaty palms. "Ugh...what a great start to vacation...a hangover," He said, slowly rising out of his bed, careful not to move too quickly. He grabbed his phone and looked at the time: 12:34 PM. "Jeez! I slept the day away! I should probably head to the gym to work off last night..." 

      He walked to his bathroom and relieved himself, rubbing his temples and letting out a long sigh. Shawn hopped in the shower, taking a quick hot shower to loosen up his muscles, and hopefully bring some relief to his pounding headache. Running his soapy hands over his body, he was grateful all the bloating from last night completely dissipated, leaving his toned, muscular stomach in its place. Leaving the shower, he grabbed some workout clothes from his dresser and headed down to his car. 

     Shawn's stomach growled ferociously, reminding him that he hadn't had breakfast or lunch yet. "I should probably eat a little before my workout, or else I won't have any energy," He thought, turning on his car and backing out of the driveway. "I'll stop on the way there."

     Shawn stopped at a small locally owned restaurant, excited to grab some brunch. He walked in, where a large group of girls immediately accumulated around him to take pictures and have autographs signed. Shawn happily obliged, and they left him at peace as he was taken to a private booth in the back of the restaurant to eat. "Hi, I think I'll have the Pancake Supreme...OOH and the Belly Blasting Burger! No tomatoes, please." He told the waitress excitedly "Of course! I'll put that in right away for you, sir! I'm a big fan by the way!"   

     Shawn was starving he could hardly help himself when the food finally came. There were four pancakes on the first plate, with a large mound of vanilla ice cream on the side, a huge dollop of whipped cream on top, two steaming pieces of bacon, and a chunk of butter on the side. Shawn cut the pancakes up, threw all of the other food on top of them, and began ravenously eating his meal, not even bothering to think about the sheer amount of calories he was consuming. After he demolished the pancakes, his burger was brought out just in time, and it really was quite the belly blaster. Three patties, all separated by a brioche bun, with several pieces of bacon, onion rings, pickles, and secret sauce drizzled across every patty invitingly. A huge side of curly fries were stuffed next to the monstrous burger, ready for Shawn's consumption. His stomach growled in protest, but Shawn was so excited he couldn't help himself. He gobbled up the whole burger, letting out a huge burp. His face got red as he looked around, thankful nobody heard him. 

    His stomach growled again, and he looked down to see a completely spherical belly, all sign of muscle definition gone in the place of a hard dome. "Shit, I need to cut this out I'm huge!" he said aloud, grabbing a fry and swallowing it nearly whole. Moments later, Shawn finished the whole meal, and held his growling stomach in pain. "I don't think the gym is happening today after all," He thought, moving his elastic waistband under his bloated middle to let it breathe. Shawn paid the bill, and got in his car, moving the seat back to give his belly some room while driving. He drove back to his house, fighting a food coma the whole way. 

    Shawn got up to his room, and  removed his clothes, remaining in only his boxers again. "At least it's only bloating, it should go down by tomorrow. Then I'll really hit the gym" He told himself, looking at his bloated stomach in the mirror. It was sort of amusing, actually. He looked like a pregnant body builder, with his muscular form leading down to a big spherical food baby. 

    He laid down in bed, exhausted from the night before and nauseous from his afternoon. Shawn quickly drifted off to sleep, again dreaming about bursting his pants button on a television appearance.