It had been six weeks since Yuki had left on his book tour and Shuichi was getting somewhat concerned. None of his clothes fit -- NONE of them. Since he'd first noticed that he'd put on a bit of weight, he'd sort of noticed all his clothes getting tighter, but now he had absolutely nothing to wear, nothing at all. Just this morning, he'd ripped four pairs of his tight little hot-pants along their seems, just trying to get them on. The pair he'd been most successful with, he'd barely gotten up his flabby thighs -- and then, when he had, he couldn't even get the button and buttonhole together. He'd sucked in his tummy, laid on his back and sucked it in, and wriggled around as best he could, finally getting the button done up only to have it burst right off as soon as he'd started digging into a pint of ice cream (which, naturally, he'd finished; he couldn't just leave perfectly good ice cream sitting there). Where he'd once had shirts that made him look sexy, or shirts that were even a bit loose on him, now all of his shirts were strained to hide his expanding form. His t-shirts all rode up over his bulging belly, he'd split the seems on one of his tighter-fitting tops while finishing his ice cream, and he'd completely burst the buttons off one of his nicer shirts.
Now, looking in the bathroom mirror, Shuichi couldn't deny it: he was letting himself get fat. Just six weeks ago, he'd been slim and trim. Sure, he hadn't been the 112 pounds that every magazine said he was; Yuki had said once that, at 5'5", Shuichi was too thin, so Shuichi had let himself get up to 120. Some of it had been fat, but a lot of it had been lean muscle too, so Shuichi hadn't worried at all -- now, though, any tone that Shuichi had ever had was buried under a layer of fat. It was like slim Shuichi Shindou was melting away into a wider, squishy waistline, soft, broader hips, and an increasingly jiggly form. His nice, toned arms and thighs had gotten wobbly, his pectorals had started turning into small breasts, and even his face was getting chubby, his cheeks filling out and the beginnings of a double chin starting to show.
Scrunching up his face in fear, Shuichi stepped on the bathroom scale and, to his horror, the numbers didn't stop until they hit 165.
...Oh, no. 165. He'd gained 45 pounds. He was a fat loser and Yuki was going to ditch him when he got home. Leaving the bathroom in shame, he wriggled into a pair of too-tight underpants, a pair of Yuki's jeans (which fit better than Shuichi's clothes, but were still tight on his chubby body), and one of Yuki's sweaters. He had six weeks until Yuki got home and he needed to do something about this.
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