Pop goes the weasel

Chapter 3 - cake spells

I was feeling very insecure after meeting the teenage girl. There'd be tons of them at our show (there always was) and I knew a lot of them would notice something was different about me. Whether or not they knew what it was might be a mystery to them, perhaps until they reviewed their pictures from the night.
James and I went inside the venue and found our dressing room. We sat together and joked for a while until it was about time to go on. He went and set up our equipment while I stayed and got dressed. I sat there with my shirt off for a while and something started to really bother me. A new fat roll had appeared out of nowhere on my back, and it was making it a little bit uncomfortable to sit there; my side just didn't feel right. I wiggled around and tried to get the feeling to go away but it didn't. I knew in that moment that I was gaining weight, and once I saw myself in the mirror it was a little more obvious. I turned to the side and took a good look at how my belly was now bulging a little more than it had previously. It looked kind of sexy actually. My tattoos hadn't stretched too horribly, not like they had the with my first weight gain. Everything looked normal from my perspective. So I put on my shirt and made sure that it was loose enough that no one would notice while I was on stage. Everything looked good and I waited for James, trying not to sit down to avoid the feeling of the fat rolls.
James came back after a little while and I drank a quick cup of tea to help my throat prepare for the screaming fest that was about to go down. I went through my vocal exercises and headed out to the stage after James. I took my place and of course everyone went wild. I smiled and we broke into the first song. I tried to keep my place on the stage but I was feeling a little adventurous so I got up close and personal with the crowd. I hadn't done that since the days when I was bigger, and now was getting to be no different. A few girls grabbed my hair, others dug into my love handles. I tried not to tense up and to keep going. Already I had girls grabbing my waist and trying to pull me off the stage. Not safe, and I certainly didn't appreciate it. I almost landed on one girl and after the song was over I asked if she was okay, thinking that I'd crushed her with my weight. She was fine, so I got some help back onto the stage, still conscious about my weight.
After we were done playing we retired backstage again. I had another cup of tea and relaxed a little bit,changing back into my other outfit and making sure my belly was well hidden. I felt like a total whale, and James didn't help by telling me he would cook for me when we got home. I sighed and let him go ahead outside. I began to pack up our stuff and made sure we had everything. My jeans felt really tight all of a sudden and the button was digging into my belly. I moved it a little bit and hauled everything out to my car again. Once it was all locked up, the part I had been dreading the most came. I didn't fully dread it,as meeting these people was always a blast. I went into it with my head held high and my tea in hand. Everyone formed a line and I stood beside James, shaking hands and talking to people one after another. I relaxed and let things happen, knowing maybe everything was okay, and that's where it changed. I wanted to grow.