Pop goes the weasel

Chapter 2 - hypnotic cakes

I awoke the next morning totally covered in cupcake frosting. I licked it off of my lips and slowly got up from the couch. I felt heavier and it took me a couple of tries to actually wiggle my way up to a sitting position. I figured it was just because the couch was very squishy, but I was getting pretty squishy too.
I looked around for James and heard him in the shower, so I let him be. We had a show to play that night and thankfully for me it was in my home state of New Jersey; I wouldn't have to go far and James and I could just hop in the car with our equipment and go play. I went to my room to get prepared and caught a quick glimpse of myself in the full-body mirror I had against the wall. I didn't look too much bigger, maybe just a couple inches; I wasn't worried about it.
I went on with my business and located the shirt I had planned to wear to the show that night. James and I had been wearing matching outfits lately and so far that had been really nice. For now though I was planning on just wearing a shirt from a band I liked and a couple of layered jackets on top of it. Sure it was the middle of August but I didn't really care. I've always worn layers, for "protection". I'm a little bit insecure and the layers kind of hide whether or not I'm actually gaining weight or not. I figured I'd really need this stuff since I was hanging out with James. By now I was sure my fans had noticed maybe a slight change in my weight. My doctor had put me on a new medication for my stomachaches and I was now able to eat whatever I really wanted, aside from much dairy and gluten due to an intolerance for both. As long as I appeared to be healthy, I guessed no one seemed to mind.
I took off my pajama pants with a Coca Cola pattern all over them (I'm a serious Coke drinker) and put on a nice cozy pair of jeans with rips in the knees. I then found a pair of jeans for the show, and set those aside, hoping they would be cozy enough to move around in.
I waited around for a while for James to get out of the shower. For a few minutes I lied on my bed and stared at the ceiling, wondering if I was making the right choices. I drifted off to sleep for a few minutes but I was awoken by James stepping into my room. He had a towel around his waist and another on top of his head; he was definitely quite a sight. He had a very large belly so it was very far out over the towel he had covering his nether region. As he got dressed he told me that he wanted to take me out to eat for lunch and that it was a surprise as to where we were going. I nodded to say I was fine with that, and once he was dressed, we packed up and left.
I wasn't too surprised as he drove my car out to the same Italian restaurant we'd gone to the day before. The food was nice and so were the cooks, and I got on with them well because I'm Italian. But James insisted on ordering for both of us and his Italian isn't that great. I laughed at him and corrected him, ordering quite an interesting couple of dishes. Thankfully I was starving so I could probably handle quite a bit of food. We also got a bottle of wine, which I was sure would be another interesting experience.
James and I talked for a while until the food arrived, and both of us stared at it knowing that our eyes were much bigger than our stomachs. I tried my best to finish more than a few pieces of pizza and half a plate of pasta, but it was too much for me. I nursed on the glass of wine for a while and watched James eat; he had quite an appetite and even finished the rest of my food. I chose to get drunk instead so our show that night could be a little more exciting, and so maybe I wouldn't have so much anxiety about meeting fans after the show. It just made me nervous knowing I'd probably still look bloated by the time we got to that.
Once we left the restaurant we headed off to the venue. I was excited and hiccuping a lot, which made James laugh at me. I shook my head at him and slowly got out of my green BMW, cautiously looking around for people that might see me and flip out. James assured me that no one would even notice my belly sticking out a little further. However, he was kind of wrong. Just as we were getting out of the car, another vehicle parked beside us. A teenage girl, maybe 18 years old, jumped out of her car and came up to me. I shook her hand and smiled kindly, and she talked to me for a bit. I noticed her looking down at my belly, and I tried to hide it. I could tell she was thinking to herself "wow, Frank let himself go.."