One Direction Weight Gain One-shots

Freshman 15

Louis P.O.V

*RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNGGGG!!!!!*

I'm lying in bed, minding my own business when suddenly my ears are assaulted by a deafening racket like hell itself. I can distinctly hear people from other dorm rooms yelling at the idiot who hasn't turned off their alarm for summer break. Frantically I start slapping my bedside table until the noise stops.

Sighing happily, I snuggle back into my sheets for a couple more hours of sleep...

I wake up again at noon, getting up and stretching my limbs tiredly, scratching at my bottom while making my way to my dorms inbuilt kitchenette, hungry for something fast and easy to make.

Sitting at our cheap Ikea dining table though is my roommate and best friend Liam, who is currently trying to open a box of pop tarts with his teeth.

I clear my throat at the puppy eyed lad, who was currently only clothed in a pair of briefs. Brown eyes meet blue and he blushes hard at being caught in the act of eating badly.

Liam seems to have this idea that he can eat as much unhealthy foods as he likes, but as long as I can't see him eat them, then they don't count and any extra weight that he may put on doesn't actually exist.

But I certainly wasn't blind. The buff, lean and fit body that Liam had possessed since we had met in high school had slowly but surely eroded over the last 5 months in a doughy, soft and jiggly body that hung out of all of his clothes.

And yet somehow Liam hadn't even noticed this. He still wore all of his tight clothes proudly. Still went shirtless with no hesitation. And on the rare occasion that he would split a seam or pop a button in some of his smaller clothes, he would have the audacity to blame my lack of laundry skills.

But I wouldn't change a thing, it was great to have a chubby best friend. They are just the BEST to snuggle with.

So I waltzed over to Liam, taking the box of pop tarts, making Liam whine, and slashing them open before giving it back to Liam, who was now ecstatic that he got to eat something. Of course I took a couple for myself as well though.

*Later That Day*

After I had some leftover pizza for lunch, and played some Fifa, I sat bored while watching Tv with Liam. I kinda felt like teasing Liam a bit, so I'm wanted to see if he felt like working out.

"Hey Liiiii" I said, while poking his belly, making Liam giggle

"Yeah Lou?"

"Do ya wanna go to the gym, I feel like working out?" Of course I didn't actually want to exercise at all, I just wanted to see Liam jiggle while he tried to exercise.

"Umm, no." Liam said flatly, reaching over me to grab a handful of Doritos, his round belly pushing into me

"But I would like to go to the beach, get a bit of a tan session in"

I grinned, knowing that I'd love to see Liam in a tight pair of board shorts. The last time we went to the beach, which was a couple months ago, Liam had burst his shorts while getting up. He blamed me of course, but In my head I blamed his voracious appetite.

*At The Beach*

We arrived at the beach, looking around seeing all the fit young teenagers playing beach volleyball and surfing. I asked Liam what he wanted to do, since he was the one who asked to come here. He shrugs and looks around for something to do...

*RUMBLES*

"Oh, well I guess we could get something to eat" Liam said, rubbing his loud belly.

The puppy-eyed dough boy waddled, yes waddled, towards the nearest food stand, an ice cream one it turns out. He ordered the two largest ice creams on the menu and then promptly sat down on the sand, and started to dig into the ice cream messily, his shorts looking ready to burst.

I decided that I deserve some ice cream too, and quickly jog over to the stand and buy myself the same two ice creams as Liam, tho I remain confident that my fitted speedo looks amazing on my fit body compared to Liam's bursting-at-the-seams shorts.

I lose myself in the pleasure of eating for a while, and simply indulge my inner piggy. This must be what Liam feels like at every meal. I guess its kinda nice.

When I come back to Liam is staring at me and I ask him what he wants.

"I was just watching you pig out. You ate those way faster than I did"

"Well I was just hungry, thats all. In fact I'm still kinda hungry now. What do ya say we find somewhere nice to eat?"

A massive smile overtakes Liam's face, and I swear I actually heard his stomach rumble.

We decide to get a move on, and pull ourselves up and begin to brush ten trillion tons of sand of ourselves. Liam drops his phone straight into the sand during this process, good going Li. So he bends down to get it when....

*SPLIT*

The entire back seam of Liam shorts have broken, revealing a tight pair of briefs screaming for help handling all that ass. Liam was genuinely beginning to rival me in the ass area, thats how big he was getting these days.

Cue a remark from Liam at how bad I am at washing clothes, and we begin to make our way back to our dorm to get changed into some street clothes.

I slipped on a pair on black skinny jeans, having the usual trouble getting the fabric over my rear end, before grabbing a white shirt and a denim jacket and quickly putting them on before meeting Liam in the hallway of our dorm.

I nearly burst out laughing at Liam's choice of outfit, which included an absolutely skin tight pair of jeans, coupled with a sweater that didn't at all hide his growing gut, intact, I think if anything if accentuated it.

When we hopped into my second-hand hatchback I swear I could hear Liam's button creaking in pain. When is this boy gonna see how fat he has gotten...