One Direction Weight Gain One-shots

Super-Size Him: Part 2

Niall's P.O.V.

"Open wide, my sweet."

I open my mouth and let Zayn feed me another three slices of pizza, knowing that the boys wouldn't let me stop until I've finished all four large pepperoni pizzas by myself. My protruding stomach was drum-tight and I had never felt so full before, even compared to other stuffings I have been given by my boyfriends.

Ever since Louis had told me I'd look good with some extra weight, the boys have been relentless with their feeding, and have stuffed me with more and more food every day. The others all seem to agree with Louis because I've been stuffed by each of the boys at least a few times now.

I still have a hard time believing that they're truly okay with me being on the larger side, and I wouldn't be surprised if this feeling got worse if I let myself get any bigger. I mean my god I already weigh more than all the boys do. 243lbs is what the scale in Josh's bathroom says (well, that's what it said two months ago anyway), and I happen to know that Liam, the heaviest of my boyfriends, weighs around 195lbs.

When I finally finish my pizza Zayn kisses my aching stomach before getting up and taking the empty takeaway boxes to the recycling bin. Once Zayn had left the room, I allowed myself to glance at my protruding belly and I have trouble hiding the disgust I feel at how out of shape I have become in only seven months.

My once relatively flat stomach was now permanently stuck out, stretching most of my shirts and making my favourite shirt unwearable. I had sprouted love handles, which took up more space in my shirts that I didn't have, though I did like the way Harry massaged me there at times. My pale skin often flushed from the exertion of moving my heavier body, and I had even started to find little pink stretch marks in places like my armpits, thighs and the bottom of my belly, which illustrated the ruin of my once skinny body.

My arms have become flabby and my legs rub uncomfortably whenever I walk. Another thing, my butt has gotten huge! It takes up almost two seats on the boy's sofa, and won't fit into any of my jeans! Only elastic shorts or sweatpants, if that.

I leaned back on the leather sofa, unsure as to whether the phantom creaking I could hear was another sign of my growing weight problem, or simply my mind playing a trick on me. I hoped it was just imagined because I didn't need a stupid couch to tell me that I'd plumped up.

Feeling slightly better I grab the remote and jab the on button. I then notice that even my fingers had grown doughier.

Finding nothing really interesting to watch, I simply left the news station on.

I was about to go to sleep and let my bloated stomach shrink down when a special news story interrupted me. Slick graphics introduced the topic in bold letters; Obesity.

"Obesity, the U.K's newest scam. Leo Pierre reports."

I was interested to see what this anchor had to say about fat people, i.e. me, so I listened in.

"I'm presenting this report from Bristol, where I will be displaying the selfishness and greed of the U.K's increasing number of overweight and obese individuals." The camera cuts to a class of students, some of whom were overweight and/or obese.

"Across from me, in this school classroom, we can see several severely overweight/obese students who are so large that they need special re-inforced seats and desks, which cost the taxpayers in this country millions of pounds every year. We're talking about vast sums of money, taken out of the average person's pocket because people cannot keep their appetites under control."

The man continued to go on about how awful fat people are, and how they ruin the economy and cost everyone money. And all I could think about was how right he was, I was an ugly, fat, lazy, greedy turd who should stop sitting around being fat and work for once.