Chomby let his arms hang limply at his sides as he sang through the playlist he prepared for the night. He had prepared an entire dancing routine to go with the music -- getting the crowd hyped was going to be his highlight of the night.

No one would see him dancing though. The venue owners strapped a harness to him after finishing the whole "discoballification" process and raised him up to the ceiling. Early on, he tried to move and dance to the music, but his belly made it impossible... so he just resigned himself to singing the songs.

Enjoyment wise, he wasn't happy. He loved interacting with his audience. Dancing with them on stage, getting requests and callouts, and people even rubbing his belly... whether with magical hands or not didn't matter at this point. He just wanted to interact with people.

[What time is it anyway?] Chomby thought to himself. He recollected all the songs he had sang tonight.... His set was supposed to last four hours, but he'd started repeating his playlist.... Counting up the songs, he realized he was now in hour six of his four hour booking. [Oh.... I hope they didn't forget about me.] Try as he might, Chomby couldn't see the ground below him. All that he saw was his newly-rounded frame... the one the venue owner so GRACIOUSLY gifted him with.

[I'm NOT a discoball!] Chomby huffed. Finishing his song, he switched to the next one on the playlist and continued singing. [They better pay me double for this...]

At the back of his mind, Chomby felt they were going to say he was a permanent music player at their venue. Wouldn't be the first time someone made that statement... though the previous people didn't have "magical fattening and transforming hands" to keep it permanent.

Chomby scowled, but he felt his cheeks flush hot. Though he didn't want to admit it, the idea of being stuck here sounded kinda fun....

This is a part 2 to the "Hired DJs" picture. MANY people requested a part 2, so heeeere it is!

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