Shawn Mendes had just finished his successful world tour for his newest album. He worked his ass off every day physically and emotionally so that every show was perfect. But because of that, he was utterly exhausted, and he knew he needed to take a break. Shawn was excited to get back to writing and recording in the studio, but he was even more excited to get back home and catch up with friends. And most importantly, relax.
Shawn got out of the car and ran up the stairs to his house, excited to finally be home again. He had recently got his own place, so he didn't have to worry about his privacy; no parents walking in to put away laundry, no sister coming in to ask silly questions, just Shawn and his big beautiful house.
He opened his front door and walked right into the kitchen, happy to note that his entourage had stocked his fridge to the brim with his favorite food and drinks. Shawn's muscular stomach growled angrily, and he took out two burgers and a beer from the fridge. He turned on the stove, and hurriedly began preparing the meet. "Man, I'm starving!", he exclaimed, popping open the beer on the corner of the counter. "I guess this is my cheat day!" Little did he know, this cheat day wasn't going to be the only one.
Four beers and a shot of whiskey later, the burgers were ready, and Shawn greedily plopped them on a bun, adding cheese, bacon, and pickles on top. He was pretty tipsy, if not drunk at this point, so any reservations he would normally have about consuming so much were out the window. Shawn ripped open a family size package of potato chips and sat down to eat his meal.
Within minutes, the burger was gone, and he set to working on the bag of chips next, shoveling handfuls into his mouth and scattering crumbs down his shirt and onto the floor. By the time he had finished the bag, Shawn's stomach growled in satisfaction as he rubbed his bloated belly, trying to relieve some of the pain. "Damn, I need to control myself more or I'll end up with a gut," He said, pretending to jiggle his belly, even though there was nothing to jiggle. Shawn burped, releasing some gas and giving him some more room to drink. He hopped up and went to the fridge, grabbing two more beers. "If I'm on vacation, might as well enjoy myself, eh?" He said matter-of-factly, and headed upstairs to his bedroom, where he stripped down to his boxers and sat on his bed, turning on the tv. Shawn finished both beers in half an hour, then nodded off to sleep, having a weird dream about popping his pants button right in the middle of a television appearance.
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Shawn Mendes Weight Gain
FantasíaShawn Mendes concludes his tour, and meets a girl who doesn't mind if he lets go a little.
