Shawn Mendes Weight Gain

Chapter 10: Preparing for Tour

    The next five months passed quickly, while Shawn and Emily tried their hardest to get back into shape while still spending time with each other, and Shawn continued to write music. He had just released a new album, and was really excited to go on tour again. Emily would be going with him, and he was even more excited he would get to have his best friend and lover along for the ride.

   Shawn managed to lose fifteen pounds, putting him back at 200, but he was still decently chubby. His face has toned down, and his belly wasn't quite a gut anymore, but it was still nowhere near close to his usual six pack. Back in 34 jeans and sticking to a strict diet, he was very confident in his body. Emily even toned down, too! And Shawn was even happier that they finally were being healthier as a couple.

   Before long, the tour took off, and Shawn was already finding it increasingly harder to stick to his diet and exercise routine. In addition to performing every night, press appearances, and the rich food all around him, he quickly began sneaking extra calories in here and there. His body, once again not used to the unhealthy treats, began to bloat more frequently, and he blew up in three months back to 215. Shawn was extremely apologetic to his manager and his wardrobe team, since they needed to get bigger sizes in everything he owned, but everyone seemed very understanding. "Andrew, I lost fifteen pounds once and I can do it again, I just gotta get back on track," Shawn said to his manager, pulling his shirt down, which had taken to riding up like it used to. "Shawn, I completely understand, but this just is not good! It's more than your looks too, man. If you keep gaining, will you be able to do these shows anymore? Running around on stage, singing and playing guitar? Plus, it costs a fortune to get new pants every time you pop a button or split the seams. You really gotta get down to the 180's again man, for your health and safety above everything," His manager said, patting Shawn on the shoulder.

    Shawn agreed with him, and went back to the stage for his rehearsal. As Shawn ran through the show, he realized his manager was right. After three songs, he was soaked in sweat, severely out of breath, and barely able to walk around stage. His bigger thighs were chafing, and he had a hard time playing guitar with it pushed out from his belly. "Do you got plans tonight? I'm a couple...miles from Ja....and I," Shawn was clearly struggling from his earlier attempts to run around on stage, missing half of his lyrics and panting heavily. "Okay everyone!!! Take ten!!" Andrew called, walking up to Shawn from the back of the stage. He handed Shawn a bottle of water, while Shawn took it and wiped his wet forehead with his shirt, causing his gut to jiggle. "Shawn. This is ridiculous. You're gonna have a heart attack, man! This??" Andrew leaned over and fondled Shawn's manboobs, "This needs to go."  He walked away, as Shawn sighed heavily. 

     Back in the hotel, Emily was running on a treadmill in the gym, listening to Shawn's newest album happily. Shawn walked in, and walked up to her, tapping her shoulder and causing her to jump. "SHAWN! You almost made me fall off! How was rehearsal baby?" She asked, hopping off the treadmill and wrapping her arms around his waist. Well, she tried to at least; recently her arms  didn't quite close around it. "Babe, I'm fat again, and we all know it. But it's affecting my music and my tour. I just can't believe I let go again!" He said, clearly frustrated. "Well, we're in the gym now, might as well use it," She responded, kissing his forehead.

   The couple finished a great workout session, and headed up to their room to eat dinner. Emily took a shower while Shawn ordered room service. When she got out, she smelt a plethora of different foods. Walking into the main room, she saw Shawn, mindlessly eating a huge steak, with an already licked-clean plate next to him. On the cart next to the bed, there was a huge plate of pudding, a sizable bowl of mac and cheese, and a bottle of red wine. "Shawn, what the hell is all of this?" she asked, sitting down on the bed and breaking him out of his trance. "Well, I'm hungry, and we had a great workout today, so I figured one last cheat meal wouldn't hurt. Plus, *UUURP* I got some wine so we could relax," He added matter-of-factly, returning back to his steak. "Shawn. This is the reason you're ballooning. You're getting older, your metabolism is slowing down, and you're making horrible choices when it comes to diet." Shawn glanced up at her, burping once more and wiping his mouth with a napkin. "You're right, Emily. I'll throw this out." He started to get up, when suddenly a wave of arousal hit Emily, like it had done the night with the Chinese food. "Well...I guess one more night couldn't hurt right?" She asked, crawling over to him slowly on the bed. Shawn smirked and slowly sat back down.

     Three hours later, the couple laid naked on the hotel bed, panting. Emily had stuffed Shawn with thousands of calories, and they had the best time in bed. She looked over at him, while he seemed on another planet, completely dazed out and staring at the ceiling. His stomach was a huge dome, and his moobs were little mounds on top of his chest. His chin was folded, as he glanced over at her, still panting. "That's gonna do some damage, eh?" He joked, slapping his bloated gut.