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growingpains876 · 2 years

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Jared/Max

Part 3

He had told himself he would go to the gym after getting settled into his new place. But once he got there he was so tired from traveling that he seriously considered not going. Then he got an email with his schedule for the next day attached. He had a costume fitting?! Shit! He’d forgotten that he’d sent them his body measurements months ago so they could make his costume in advance. With how tight he clothes were, there was no way he wasn’t going to fit into a costume based on measurements from two months ago.

“That’s it, I simply must go to the gym today.” He said leaning into the melodrama to lighten the situation. He put on his gym shorts, which were shorter than he remembered, and clung to his ass more than he remembered, making his package stand out more than he was used to. Was he bigger down there? He grabbed his manhood with a hand and gave it a shake. He could have sworn it seemed slightly bigger than before. Meh, it was probably just his imagination. He shrugged it off and walked to the nearest gym.

His work out was grueling. He really tried to put in the effort to make up for his break from the gym. He was surprised to find that he hadn’t lost much strength. In fact, he hadn’t lost any. He finished his work out, and was feeling really good about himself. The pump was making his muscles look huge. His pecs and back strained against his drenched t-shirt. If he didn’t know better his stomach was already looking smaller. It was probably just because his bloat was subsiding and his pump was making his muscles stand out a bit more than usual. Nonetheless, it still filled him with a little peace that maybe tomorrow the fitting wouldn’t go as bad as he had thought.

The next morning Jared squeezed into another pair of tight jeans. Not these ones too! He thought to himself as he struggled to get them over his ass and the button done. How much did weigh now? He ran to the bathroom that was equipped with a scale. He stood on it, and the number blinked a few times and landed on 184. He was up 3 pounds from all those doughnuts. He admittedly didn’t have a very small dinner either. He still hadn’t been shopping yet because he had spent so much time at the gym and he was starving after working his ass off. So he had stopped at Wendy’s on the way home and ordered a double bacon cheese burger meal with a large coke, fries, and a side order of a 10 piece chicken nugget. He said that would be his last time eating out, but with no food in the apartment he had no option but to stop by Wendy’s again on his way to the theater for breakfast.

He slid his hands down his face; Weighing himself did not do good things to his mental state. He was up nearly fifteen pounds! How had that happened? He caught himself in the mirror. Without a shirt on it was obvious his pants were in distress containing the bulk of his thighs and bubble butt. If he made the wrong move he could end the day with one less pair of wearable pants. He’d have to not bend down or squat. He threw on one of his favorite button downs, he wanted to look good for his first day. He had to finagle with it to get around his back and his arms through the sleeves. The fabric was skin tight around his upper arms, making his biceps look massive. Was he still pumped from last night? That couldn’t be possible could it?

To his relief he had almost no problems doing the buttons around his swollen gut as long as he sucked in a little bit, but he struggled to do the third button from the top, and the second button from the top had no hope of closing. His back and chest still seemed pumped from yesterday. It didn’t make sense but it must be the case. This shirt wasn’t nearly this tight just a couple days ago.

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He had to stop at Wendy’s again to get breakfast. He still didn’t have any food at the apartment, and approached the stage door with his large Wendy’s coke still in his hand from breakfast. This is going to be a disaster, he thought as he walked through the stage door. He lost the drink at the first trash can he saw, not wanting to be judged by anyone.

He eventually found the costume department, which was in absolute chaos. Bolts of fabric lined every wall, and clutter dominated every flat surface. Three people worked like mad at three different tables covered with debris. Here we go…

“Hello!” Jared knocked on the open door. Only one of the three turned to look at him. “Hi, I’m Jared, I’m here for a costume fitting.”

“Oh yes! Jared! Welcome. The fitting rooms are right over there. We’ve already put your costume in there with your under shirt, and a pair of nude underwear. Go put the underwear, under shirt, and tights on and we’ll be right in with you.”

“Sounds good!”

Jared walked over to the changing room that she had pointed to and closed the door to change. His costume was beautiful. He was used to school productions where they just gave you any costume they could find that sort of worked. These were clearly handmade. The production was traditional, so he was going to wear tights, a white billowing shirt, and a blue velvet tunic vest thing to go over top.

He changed into the white under shirt and nude boxer-briefs they had provided. The tag said both were a medium, but they were both snug. The shirt stretched over his broad chest tightly, and clung to his stomach revealing the extra weight he had put on recently. The underwear was worse though. His ass was practically spilling out of it, and the pouch was not big enough for his endowment. Not thinking he could do anything about it, he put on his tights next. It took him a while to wiggle them on, he knew they were supposed to be tight, but maybe not that tight. The light blue fabric became almost transparent as it was stretched even thinner than it already was to cover Jared’s expansive bubble butt. They didn’t leave much to the imagination in the crotch area either, the tight underwear helped smooth it out a bit, but his manhood was still very conspicuously bulging out on full display. He took one last look in the mirror. Sheesh, he was looking thick, but that would change soon. He was going to be a good boy from here on out. He relaxed his gut, which he hadn’t realized he’d been sucking in this whole time. It filled out his shirt even more, he gave his little belly an affectionate slap and opened the door.

“Struggle getting the tights on?”

“Sorry?”

“You’re supposed to scrunch them up first and then they should just slide on. Is this your first time putting on tights?”

“Oh, yeah, I didn’t know.”

“I figured with how long it took you. I’m Leah, by the way.” She was very straightforward, and was clearly a person not used to wasting time.

“Jared.”

“Nice to finally meet you.” She came in the room and started to grab the old timey pirate looking shirt off the hanger. “How’s the under shirt? I can get you a bigger size.”

Jared instantly blushed. It must have been pretty obvious it was a tight. Then again, it was her job to notice such things.

“I’ll be fine, thanks.” Jared hoped he came off nonchalant.

“Alright, just let us know if anything is uncomfortable. Try this on” Leah Handed him the white shirt. When Jared lifted the shirt over his head he was hyper aware of his undershirt pulling up almost to his bellybutton. Soon enough the shirt was on, and the moment of anxiety passed. To his relief it was very loose fitting, and covered the bulge in his tights. He felt more at ease at once now that his belly and package were tucked away behind the baggy shirt.

“That looks like it works well. It feels okay?”

“Yeah, I love it!” The shirt was very flattering. It fit in the shoulders perfectly, and the neck V-ed low so you could see Jared’s impressive peck cleavage.

“That’s what I like to hear! Alright, let’s try the tunic.” She handed him the beautiful blue fabric. “This is pretty form fitting, so let me know if you need a hand getting it on.” The tunic went on like a jacket or vest and then hooked in the front. It was a gorgeous design. He went to put his arms through the holes and could only get one in. The fabric had no give, so after trying to contort his other arm in the sleeve himself, he realized he would need Leah’s help.

“Hey, I could actually use a hand, sorry.”

“No reason to be sorry, that’s my job.” Leah very expertly grabbed the tunic and helped his arm into the sleeve. “There are hooks that latch in the front.”

Jared did up the bottom hook, so far so good, but that was the underside of his little food baby. There were maybe ten little hooks and they got progressively harder to hook. By the third he was already sucking in, but with great effort he got all ten hooks latched up. He could barely breath, but the tunic did work as a kind of compression shirt, and gave him a much thinner silhouette.

“Look in the mirror for me.” Jared obliged, and she began to work and write things down on the clip board. “It looks like it’s almost perfect, but were going to make some minor adjustments to hopefully make things a bit more comfortable. We can’t have our Romeo passing out on stage.”

Jared knew his face was red, because he was looking right in the mirror. But if Leah noticed she didn’t let on.

“That’d be great, it is a little tight.” Jared squeaked out.

“If you don’t mind, let’s get this off, and I’ll take some new measurements.” Jared could tell that Leah was making an effort not to say anything about his change in appearance. It should have made him feel less embarrassed, but it just made him more uncomfortable to be tip toeing around the subject. He probably wouldn’t have even cared as much if this wasn’t his first professional gig. He wanted to do a good job and make a good impression. Leah is just trying to help you and she’s probably a nice person, He reassured himself.

Jared undid the hooks, and felt much better now that he could breath again. Leah had to help him get it off his broad back, and then she brought over a tape measure.

“We’re just going to update some of this info, it’s so old anyway.”

It wasn’t that old, only two months, but Jared wasn’t about to correct her.

“Let’s see, pant waist… 33 1/2, true waist… 36, Chest… 44…” She would say the number out loud as she wrote it down. “Great! All done! If you want, you can take a picture of your measurement sheet in case another company needs you to send them over.”

“That’s a great idea. Thanks for your help today.” Jared grabbed his phone to take a picture of the updated measurement sheet. He tried to be fast, he just wanted to get out of here as quick as possible. He snapped a picture, and right before Leah left the room she said, ”Oh! I forgot to mention this earlier. In act three scene five they are planning to have you shirtless, of course you can say no to anything, but that was the costume designer’s and director’s preference. I thought I’d just give you a head’s up in case you… just to let you know”

Before Jared could even think, his agreeable nature blurted out, “That’s no problem.

“Great! I’ll let you change back into your clothes then.”

Leah closed the door behind her. He was going to be shirtless on stage? No, no, no! The worst had come to pass. He could hide a little extra weight under a costume, but he would have nowhere to hide now. He took one last look in the dressing room mirror when he took his shirt off. He grabbed the thick skin around his midsection and gave it a violent jiggle as if that would help it come off. This has got to go!

Part 1: https://growingpains876.tumblr.com/post/690315808323387392/growing-pains-jaredmax

Part 2: https://growingpains876.tumblr.com/post/690507567697412096/growing-pains-jaredmax

Part 4: https://growingpains876.tumblr.com/post/691266302474600448/jared-max

Part 5: https://growingpains876.tumblr.com/post/693518788795269120/jared-and-max