Pop goes the weasel

Chapter 4 - fantastic cakes

The rest of the night went very well. I had a cup of tea and a beer one right after the other while I talked to fans that stayed after the show. Everyone was very kind to me, either asking for hugs or giving me presents. I got handed a lot of foods and other various gifts that I handed to my body guard to hold for me. With the over abundance of stuff, eventually most of it ended up on the ground. James soon swooped in and started eating half of the sweets I'd been given while I talked to the people in line.
One girl in particular caught me off guard a little bit. As I was starting to think that now would be a good time to try to gain again, I took what she said to me as a sign. She gave me a hug and gently patted my back. It was probably one of the best hugs I'd ever been given and I really appreciated it. There was a lot of force and care behind it that I hadn't felt from a fan in years. She also handed me a care package, full of food and letters written by several people. I shook her hand once more as she got ready to go, but before she left she said, "You feel very squishy and I feel kind of protected in your hugs."
Not only that but the girl beside her agreed. I let her hug me too and she just kind of melted into my belly. I laughed and she had her picture taken with me with her hand on my stomach. I don't know what that looked like but I'm certain it was probably quite a sight. I was almost too drunk to care, which would end up being great in James' favor later on when he got me home.
As the line of people came to an end and I felt too tired to really do much of anything anymore, I let James try to carry me to my car. He had sobered up enough to drive me back to my place but his coordination was hindered as far as walking went as he held me in his arms.
"I'm gonna miss carrying you around like this, Frankie," he said, his speech only slightly slurred. "But its gonna be worth it to maybe just plain have you be soft enough to lay my head on at night."
I laughed softly and let him put me in the car. I tried to curl up in the seat but I just kind of flopped around a bit uncomfortably almost the entire ride home. As I was starting to pass out I slid down toward the floor in an odd fashion and I could just barely feel my belly becoming exposed. There wasn't much I could do about it so I let it be, allowing James to stare at me in my chubby glory. I was already rounding out quite nicely and without much exercise at all aside from being on stage every night James' food was certainly starting to stick to my ribs. And thighs. And my already double chin.
James got me home safely and carried me back in the house. I was halfway asleep by the time we got in there and he took me right to my bed. I got some much needed sleep after playing one of our most electric and exhausting shows of our lives. I could feel myself breathing heavily as I fell asleep and it felt nice. James sat beside me in the bed and gave me a very soft belly rub, helping me get to sleep so everything could settle. Before I really got to sleep he gave me my medicine and helped me get dressed in something more comfortable. I was so out of it at the time that I had no idea James was dressing me in something that hadn't fit me for over a decade. He had found a very tight white Coca Cola shirt (once again, I love me some Coke) that didn't even almost fit my belly now. He covered that with a large sweater so I wouldn't be cold and put me in a pair of sweat pants. I was comfortable and finally fell asleep.
The next day we had a show in New York and I was in no way prepared when James woke me up in the morning. I was feeling sick and heavy, and as soon as I felt the shirt I was dressed in I freaked out. I thought I had gained overnight. I had a minor panic attack in the bathroom and investigated why my gut didn't feel very free. I felt a lot of emotions at once; a little bit of fear, then anger toward James, and finally I didn't really care anymore. I started laughing and once I had finished up in the bathroom I came out to show James exactly what it looked like.
The shirt had been tight to begin with all those years ago, really hugging tight to my pretty thin frame. Now it just looked kind of ridiculous. I didn't have any muscles to back me up now, just fat. Every movement caused a jiggle and I watched James eyeing me as I moved. My sparrow tattoos hung out of the shirt on either side of my belly and when I reached up to get a box of Lucky Charms from the cabinet my bellybutton became exposed too. James couldn't take it anymore; he grabbed my waist and firmly grasped onto me. It was a good feeling and I purred as he gave me a soft belly rub yet again. He nipped at my ear and kissed and bit the scorpion I have tattooed on the side of my neck, his hands running all over my body. His breath was warm and his large belly was pressing into my back. I was falling in love with his touch and just as I was getting warmed up to it he let me go.
"Eat your cereal, Frank, and don't be shy about it," he said to me with a wink. "New York won't know what hit them tonight."