One Direction Weight Gain One-shots

Carry-On Weight

Niall's P.O.V

I had just arrived back in London from having the time of my life the past year and a half. I'd finally had the chance to have a break from the non-stop work involved with being in a world famous boyband. It had been amazing to sit back, relax, and indulge myself for once.

I got to taste the most delicious foods I have ever seen, from delectable pastries in the cities of Europe, to the yummy spices of the Middle East and the Indian subcontinent, to the distinct Eastern flavours of China and Japan. Not to mention all the junk food in North America. It was safe to say that I had eaten very well the last 18 months. Unfortunately though, my indulgence had manifested onto my waistline, which expanded wildly over the course of my holiday.

I step onto the scale in my hotel room, closing my eyes in an attempt to soften the blow that my obvious weight gain has had on my self confidence. Like I'm not dumb, I know eating massive amounts of foods all day, every day, for 18 months straight was certainly going to add a little pudge to my body, I was just hoping that whatever had kept me skinny all these years would keep on giving.

Sadly, it had not, and as I open my eyes I discover how much I had put on......

Well I couldn't actually see how much, since the pale flab of my stomach was blocking my vision of the number on the scale, and I had to manoeuvre my fat out of the way to see that I had gained 37kgs, over 50% of my original body weight, just in fat.

I was shocked, how had I not realised just how flabby I had become. I tested my new found body by jiggling my belly, noticing the wild shaking this slight movement caused. I continued to poke and prod at my belly, suddenly realising that I was mere hours from meeting the guys, and they surely would notice my transformation from skinny guy to obese guy.

This made me very nervous....

What If they laughed at me or stopped talking to me or.....

What If they tried to make me go on a diet?!?

The very idea of this scenario made me feel the need to stuff myself with as much food as possible until I could barely walk, just in case they tried to deny me the junk food that I NEED to survive.

After laying around, trying to let my last meal digest, and rubbing my stomach in contentment, I get up and dig through my suitcase for an outfit to wear to meet with the guys. I settle on a simple grey t shirt, remembering the shirt being loose at some point in time, and I had hoped that it had remained that way.

I then found my trusty pair of blue jeans and quickly pulled them on, cringing at the difficulty getting the material past my thick, round thighs and past my meaty arse, which had grown massively. I had barely managed to button my pants together after sucking in my belly and leaning back onto my bed.

I had to continue to suck in my belly to even attempt putting the shirt on, and even then the shirt was clinging to my stomach, with my belly button visible through the tight fabric. After pulling the shirt down fully, the skin of my belly just peeking out from in-between the straining fabrics of my shirt and pants. Unable to hold my stomach in any longer, I am forced to release the monster onto my vulnerable t-shirt.