The food arrived half an hour later, as the delivery boy struggled with the huge amount of food en route to the door. Shawn greeted him, signing the boy's phone case and leaving a $200 dollar tip. As the boy happily walked back to his car, Shawn closed the door with his foot and rushed the food to the table as his stomach growled menacingly. Emily had just gotten out of the shower, when she realized just how much Shawn had ordered.
"Jeez, Shawnie! It's like a whole buffet in here," She laughed, wrapping herself around his back and squeezing his softer torso. "Yeah, I know. I just really couldn't help myself, it all looked so good...," He responded, pouring a heaping amount of lo mein onto his plate. "Don't take this the wrong way, sweetheart...but aren't you trying to lose weight?" Emily asked. "Well...y-yeah I am, it's just that, well I don't know. I'm kind of becoming used to eating like this, and it's so hard to change it. I figure, why not enjoy myself while I still can, and bounce back quickly before my next tour? Ed Sheeran did it, remember?" He said matter-of-factly, pulling at his shirt for what seemed like the twentieth time in five minutes.
"You're right, baby. And besides, you look good with a little meat on your bones. You're still so sexy and strong, why not add a little cuddliness to the mix?" She responded, poking his little belly suggestively. "Now let's eat!"
Shawn began to gorge on his meal, grabbing dumplings, egg rolls, and anything else he could get his hands on, barely coming up for air. Emily too found herself indulging quite a bit, squirming in her seat to get comfortable as she ate a dumpling, then another, then some rice, and ending it all with a fortune cookie. Both of them sat back, extremely bloated and gassy, as they cracked open their fortunes in unison. "You will grow in many ways in the coming months...*BURP* Damn, I hope I won't grow too much more, eh?" Shawn laughed, patting his hard belly. Emily giggled at the fortune, as she glanced down at her equally bloated midsection. "You will learn to love yourself, no matter what shape. Huh. I don't get it," She said glancing at Shawn, hoping he would have an answer. "Well, maybe you'll grow too!" He joked, fondling imaginary breasts on his chest. "SHAWN!!!!! You're so bad!" She joked back, and got up from the table, twirling her hair. "Do you wanna lay down for a bit?" She suggested, as she felt an enormous burp escape her. Shawn burst out laughing, and got up as well, pulling down his shirt once again. "I would love to, baby."
Heading up to the bedroom, Emily was completely stuffed from dinner, but had more than laying down on the brain. Not only were they most likely going to do some R-rated things, but Emily had an idea. "Wait here, baby, and get comfortable." Shawn blinked, confused and clearly aroused at this secretive sentence just uttered to him. He sighed, and took off his shirt, looking in the mirror. "What have I become? Look at me, I'm a blimp..." He looked even more comical than he did a month ago. Back then, it was just a bloated stomach sticking out of a beautiful, muscular body. Now, he just looked overfed and out of shape, with a bigger stomach, still bloated from thousands of calories, but a softer body to match. Shawn jiggled his belly, hoping he could somehow stop eating like he had been, as Emily walked back into the room, carrying the cake baked earlier today. It was covered in chocolate icing, with a strawberry on top, and whipped cream delicately laid around it. Sliced up into twelve pieces, the cake looked utterly delicious.
Shawn looked at the cake, then back up at Emily, his mouth already watering. "I really shouldn't, honey. I'm so full from dinner, and I definitely maxed out my calories for today and probably even tomorrow." "Well, it's like you said, why not enjoy yourself while you still can? And you can just work it off tomorrow and the weeks after that. Just this once, can we try something?" She purred, bringing the cake closer to his nose, resulting in a whiff of the cake flooding into Shawn's nostrils. "What do you have in mind?"
Shawn was propped up against some pillows on his bed, his little gut sticking out in front of him, as Emily straddled his legs, grabbing a forkful of the first piece of cake. "Are you hungry, my big boy?" She asked seductively. "Mhm...," Shawn replied, ready for his dessert.
Three big pieces of cake and a session under the covers later, and the two were panting, completely out of breath and laying naked atop the velvet sheets. "Ooh...*HUFF*...man...I can't believe how *HUFF* hot that was." Emily said, rubbing Shawn's amazingly swollen tummy. Shawn however, was in a completely different universe. He felt so many things; arousal, exhaustion, and complete and utter gluttony to name the main ones. His stomach was the fullest it's ever been, rivaling a woman pregnant with twins, and he couldn't even see past it, no matter how hard he lifted his head up or sucked in. His stomach was gurgling in agony, and he thought he might just throw up in a couple of minutes. He could barely get a good breath in to make matters worse. "Can we *UURPP* go to sleep? I need to *HUFF* sleep or I'm gonna puke," He responded, clutching the dome on his midriff. "Sure, Shawnie. Thank you for trying something new, I'm sorry it made you feel like this." Emily replied, turning off the lights. "No it's okay, I *BUUURP* liked it a lot." And with that, the couple fell asleep, Emily draping her arm across his belly gently, not even able to get her arm completely around it if she tried.
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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.
