Shuichi woke up the next morning feeling thoroughly satisfied. He'd missed his Yuki so badly for the two months he'd been on tour, and being back with him felt so good. Especially if he was going to be as into having sex as he'd been last night. God, Shuichi hadn't had sex that good in too long. He had no idea why Yuki had been so into it, but he wasn't going to complain. If whatever it was got him more sex with Yuki, then it had to be a good thing.
Really, though, even though he'd missed having sex, Shuichi had also loved being out on tour. He'd loved performing, he'd loved the screaming fans, and he'd especially loved the food. He and the band had stayed in lavish hotels, and all the food had been so much better than everything else. For breakfast, there'd been several different meats and pastries, and omelets the size of a small keyboard. For lunch, there'd been hearty soups and sandwiches piled high with every kind of filling imaginable. For dinner, there'd been absolutely everything: rich, creamy pastas; enormous lobsters; steaks, chicken dishes, fish; all manner of ethnic foods. And, after almost every meal, there'd been the option to have all manner of sweet things -- ice cream, cakes, cookies, cupcakes, chocolates, and all -- and Shuichi had always taken it. Without his Yuki around, the rich food and delicious deserts had made him feel good, as had the nearly endless supply of strawberry Pocky from the devoted Bad Luck fans. He and the band had been met with buffet-style serving most everywhere they'd went, and Shuichi had taken to it with gusto.
After the first three weeks of the tour, Hiro had advised Shuichi to mind what he ate, especially when presented with as much as they were given at the buffets, but Shuichi didn't listen. Hiro hadn't said anything completely out of line, but Shuichi didn't need to worry about gaining weight. After all, he pranced around on stage every night, which was exercise enough, and he hadn't been eating that much. So what, he was eating more than usual. He'd been so stressed about the tour beforehand that he'd actually lost five pounds, and he needed to eat more so he wouldn't get malnourished. Besides, nothing had happened and, even if it had, Yuki obviously didn't mind, given how enthusiastic he'd been about the sex last night.
In the morning, Shuichi woke up and wandered into the bathroom, still naked from the night before. All through his morning routine, he didn't notice a thing until, looking at his profile in the full-length mirror, he saw it: a tummy. Where he'd formerly had toned, flat abs was a round, curving tummy, sticking out from his (apparently) flat chest. Curiously, he poked it, getting a bounce and a jiggle in his flesh. The view from the front was even worse. He had to feel around for his hipbones, as his sides were notably softer; poking them got the same jiggly reaction. His thighs, formerly slim and toned, now rubbed against each other and, like every other part of his body, it seemed, jiggled when prodded. Though he couldn't see his ass in the mirror, Shuichi grabbed both ass-cheeks and felt them; they were distinctly flabbier than he remembered.
...No, no. Just... no. He had to be hallucinating this. It was all just a bad dream, or insanity caused by exhaustion, in turn caused by a night of amazing sex. He couldn't have really gained weight; he was a pop star. Pop stars didn't gain weight. Hiro couldn't have been right. And, just to prove how not right Hiro was, Shuichi turned to the bathroom scale and stepped on, sure that it would just show his normal 112. Or maybe 115. At the very most.
The scale whirred for a minute before the red digital numbers read back, "140."
...What?! ...When had all this happened?! Since when did Shuichi Shindou weigh 140? When had he gone and developed pudge? When had he turned into such a little fat-ass?
Trying not to cry, Shuichi stepped off the scale and then back on; the numbers stayed the same. He repeated this action five times to the same results. ...But, but... he was Shuichi Shindou! He couldn't weigh 140 pounds, he just couldn't! They'd call him a fat loser, and he'd be in trouble with K-san for making trouble for the band, and then Hiro would be right, and Yuki would leave him, and...
Wait. There was Yuki to think about. He'd never been so into sex before last night. ...It couldn't have been because of the extra weight, could it? ...He'd been so handsy and touchy, but he was supposed to hate being both. If he'd liked it, then maybe...
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