Shawn Mendes Weight Gain

Chapter 8: TV Appearance

    A month passed since that fateful night, and although Shawn tried his best to eat right and work out, he could not seem to lose any of that stubborn weight he had packed on. He leveled off at around 205 lbs for a bit, but packed on another five, putting him at 210. That was nearly thirty pounds of fat more than his starting weight, putting him in the overweight category. Although Shawn tried his best to hide it, there was no hiding thirty pounds from everyone, including paparazzi. Wearing hoodies and sweatpants whenever he went out, they still snapped pictures and wrote witty headlines describing the star's climbing weight, everyone still shocked that he had let himself go so much. 

    Unfortunately, Shawn had a TV interview coming up, where his weight was definitely going to come up in conversation. His manager was overall pretty understanding, but urged Shawn to get back to at least 190 for his health. Shawn agreed, and was really trying to get back to the shape he once was. Every day, he would leave Emily in the bed, went for a jog, and came back for a healthy breakfast, but always ended up indulging in sweets conveniently left around the house, and as a result, didn't get very far with his weight loss. Shawn was not the only one with a broader waistline, though. 

   Since that night, Emily had taken to baking more and more sweets, and indulging in more than a few after Shawn had fallen asleep at night. She packed on around 7 pounds in a month, and most of it went to her bust and her butt, giving her a bigger cup size and snugger jeans. It was nothing to worry about, but she couldn't help but notice how her pants seemed to get tighter every time she put them on. Shawn couldn't seem to get enough of her softer curves though, and frequently grabbed her behind while she was baking as he walked by.

    The television appearance day had finally come, and Shawn was getting ready. He had some new, bigger skinny jeans, this time a size 34 instead of a 32. He pulled them up and buttoned them, hating the fact that he had to suck in. He let out his breath, watching his belly swell forward and overlap his waistband, filling in two medium sized love handles and making the button creak. "God, I just got these and they're already tight," He thought, turning around and seeing his butt fill them to the brim in the mirror. He carried on getting ready, picking out a loose button up shirt. Usually he'd keep the top three buttons unbuttoned to show off his muscular torso, but his chest was a lot flabbier than it used to be, so he kept it buttoned almost all the way up, looking at his face in the mirror. 

    He flashed his signature smile, completely aware of how much his cheeks bunched up. The first fifteen pounds didn't quite affect his face at all, but the next ten or so definitely did. His face was no longer thin and long, but more of an oval shape, with his cheeks getting some of the weight, while his jawline suffered the hardest blow. It was nearly gone, with a little extra skin deposit directly underneath, and if Shawn looked down even a little bit, his neck would fold, creating the slightest start of a double chin. The weight made him more cherubic looking, and although he wasn't a fan of it, he was still a good looking guy. He sighed, trying to suck in his stomach, and noticing that it did virtually nothing, let it all out and watched his stomach bulge back over his pants, jiggling slightly as it did so. He walked downstairs where his Uber car awaited. Shawn hopped into it, and it sped away to the TV station.

    Shawn was guided into a green room, with a large table packed with cookies, chips, and other various sweets. "I really shouldn't...I'm about to go on in half an hour...UGH I guess one cookie couldn't hurt," He thought, grabbing a cookie and quickly gobbling it down. One cookie quickly became five, and then a small bag of chips, another bag of chips, and then two donuts. Shawn's already tight pants seemed significantly tighter, and out of habit, he reached down to loosen his belt. Looking down with horror, he realized that he didn't even wear a belt tonight. He didn't need one, since the pants were so tight already. The button was under a lot of stress, and creaked as Shawn slowly sat down after his binge. "You're up after this commercial break, Mr. Mendes!" Someone called out from behind his door. Shawn ate another donut, giving up with even attempting to look slim anymore. "Welp, I guess I'll face the music tonight," He thought, squeezing his shirt into his extremely tight waistband. That did absolutely nothing to hide his bloated gut, and only accentuated it. Standing up, Shawn was ready to face the world, thirty new pounds and all.

     "We're back with Shawn Mendes, a couple months off of his world tour! How's the vacation, Shawn?" The interviewer asked, clearly trying not to look at Shawn's bulging belly. "Oh, it's great, Johnny! I've just been taking it easy, and working on my writing more than anything." Shawn was sucking in his stomach as hard as he could, only to ease the poor pants button's suffering, but he didn't know how much longer he could hold it. The questions kept coming, as Shawn tried to stay invested in the interview, but he just couldn't help but focus on keeping his pants closed. "So how's the love life?? Got any new lovers to write about?" The interview joked, resulting in a series of chuckles and "OOHH"s from the audience members. "Oh you know, the usual." 

        Shawn felt a burp start to rise up from his gut, and tried with all his might to stifle it. "A couple of dates here and there, but overall nothing too *BUUURP* serious." The audience went wild, basking in the pop star's moment of flatulence. "OH GOSH I'M SO SORRY EXCUSE ME!! That was so embarrassing you guys!" Shawn laughed, feeling the pressure on his pants tightening more and more as he tried to remain calm and laugh off his gross moment. As he laughed, he felt the pressure suddenly release, and the audience went quiet rather quickly. Shawn glanced down, only to realize the button on his pants completely burst off, flying a couple feet in front of him. With no pressure left, his belly had surged forward, untucking itself from the hem of the pants, leaving some of his skin exposed through the puckering shirt buttons. "Aaaand we're gonna have to cut to a commercial folks! Seems the wardrobe department had a mixup with our guest!" 

     The cameras quickly stopped rolling, as Shawn shot up from his chair. "I'm so sorry Johnny, I've gained thirty pounds in the past couple of months and I can't get rid of it and I keep getting bigger and bigger and-" "No worries, Shawn. I knew you had gained weight, and I really tried to cover it, but I don't think I can help you out of this one. You can go get changed, I'm sure we have some clothes back there...but kid if there's one piece of advice I can give you, it's this: Lose some weight. Just enough that it's easier to hide, so you don't go breaking pants every interview you do. Or maybe just get bigger clothes. But keep that gut under lock and key, buddy," Johnny joked, pinching his love handle. 

   Shawn got changed into roomier clothes, then finished the rest of the interview, already aware of all the negative press that was about to come his way. Taking the uber back to his house, he couldn't wait to just go to sleep and start a new day.