One Direction Weight Gain One-shots

Relationship Weight... [Ziall]

Zayn's P.O.V

7:30 hit and my alarm went off. It was time to get up out of bed. I roll over and there's my baby sleeping next to me peacefully. Niall and I have been together for 7 months and I couldn't be any happier. I love this blonde babe to pieces! My favorite part however is his appetite, because I want him to get fatter! Much fatter!

"Well it looks like it's time to start breakfast!" I announced walking down the hallway, the cogs in my head already turning on how to fatten my boyfriend.

I made my way into the oversized kitchen and started slaving away. Because after all I had to keep my Irish baby feed.

After finishing breakfast I hear soft steps down the hallway, realising that Niall must have smelt the food from our bedroom. I smile, knowing that Niall simply cannot resist my cooking.

The Irish cutie enters the room, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the spread of food that I had laid out for him.

"Morning beautiful." I say, kissing him tenderly before sitting and patting my lap as an invitation for me to feed him.

He blushes, but I can see the small smile on his face as he climbs into my lap. I can definitely feel that Niall has gotten bigger since we had first done this. Although it wasn't noticeable, more like 15 or so pounds, but I was proud of my Nialler nonetheless. Even if he didn't realise what my food was doing to his body.

I began to feed him, starting with pancakes drizzled in maple syrup topped with whipped cream. Spoon feeding my gorgeous boyfriend, I saw the pleasure on his face, and I loved that I was the cause of these emotions on his face.

Niall greedily ate his way through the pancakes, finished with a satisfied burp. His white shirt showing a hint of his starter belly.

For a moment I think that Niall was done with breakfast, but then his stomach rumbles again. Niall blushes and scratches at his belly, his fingers massaging his not yet discovered pudge.

"I guess it's time for breakfast number two my sweet" I smiled seeing Niall's frantic nod, and set to work once again to feed my growing lover.

After only a few short minutes, I begin to hear Niall's increasingly loud stomach rumbling, along with his increasingly loud complaining. I love it however, because it shows what a pig I've turned Niall into. In fact I can easily picture a 500lbs Niall marooned on the couch, with me his obsessed feeder, feeding him plate after plate until he popped!

BEEEEEP!!!

"Zayn, you better not have burned the food, I'll starve to death otherwise!" Niall called out.

I snap out of my fantasy and pull the slightly burned pancakes off the element. Drizzling them with ice cream, syrup and sprinkles to hide the burnt flavour I take the pancakes out to my hungry Nialler.

This time I decide to switch places with Niall and sit in his lap, which gives me a chance to feel his thicker thighs, which serve as an amazingly soft and warm cushion. Feeding Niall slowly, I appreciate the orgasmic expression on his face.

However, Niall, seemingly not content with eating slowly, starts to grab handfuls of pancakes if shove them in his mouth, barely even chewing, before he grabs another. I have to hold in a moan when syrup starts to drip down the sides of his face, and onto his chubby cheeks. Feeling bold I lean forward while Niall was still distracted eating the last of the pancakes, the lick the syrup off of the Irish beauties face. Making sure to go over his emerging double chin, and his adorable chipmunk cheeks.

Niall moans and discards the now empty plate, instead pulling me flush against him, my slim torso pressed tightly against his bloated beginner belly. Pulling me in for a passionate kiss, we begin to make out. I have to will myself not to desperately grope at Niall's love handles, settling instead for stroking them affectionately.

This continues for several more minutes before we finally break apart.

"He actually looks out of breath!" I thought, seeing Niall's belly rise and fall in quick succession.

"Hey Zee?" Niall asked quietly.

"Yeah honey?"

"Any chance you could make me some more food?" Niall looked slightly embarrassed but also hungry at the same time.

"Of course my love! Third breakfast coming right up!" I kiss Niall's nose and get cooking.

*1 Month Later*

"Zayn, can you please come here!"

"Of course dear!" I wondered what Niall wanted. Surely he wasn't already hungry again!

I enter our shared bedroom, following the sounds of light cursing into our walk in wardrobe. The sight I see leaves me weak at the knees.

Niall was trying to stuff his doughy body into one of his old shirts, and a pair of jeans he must have borrowed from Harry. The shirt looked ready to rip and it wasn't even fully done one. Niall hadn't noticed me yet and was hopelessly trying to button the remaining two button, but he was having no luck with his flabby belly getting in the way contstantly.

"Need help?" I offered, startling the chubby Irishman.

"Yeah, my washing skills are officially the worst. But I really wanna wear this shirt, so can you help me? Oh, and with these jeans too." Niall's pout was sooo adorable, and it accentuated his established double chin.

Niall waddled over to me, seemingly oblivious to how ridiculously tight his outfit was. The buttons on his shirt creaked loudly, not that he noticed of course.

"Okay love, suck it in." I pulled the two sides closer, trying hard to get the button through the hole.

"Suck what in Zee?" Niall looked beyond confused. My cute clueless chubby boyfriend.

"Because of how much it shrunk, you have to suck in your mid section." No way was I letting Niall know how big he'd got, just in case he tried to lose it.

Niall complied and his belly receded slightly, just allowing me to close the shirt. Niall then breathed out slightly, already putting pressure on the tortured fabric of his shirt.

"Okay, time for the jeans! Lie down on the bed Ni" I rolled my eyes at Niall's cheesy bedroom eyes and set to work forcing the separated tabs of his jeans together. Separated by his immense belly of course, which was getting in the way completely and making it extremely difficult to button the jeans up. I was so close to doing it when Niall, out of breath from having to suck in, let's his belly go.

His expanded gut quickly shreds his button up, sending buttons flying, several of which hit me in the head, knocking me over. I rub at my forehead, wondering just how big Niall has become. As I was sure that this shirt definitely fit only a month or so ago. Telling Niall that we'd get new jeans, he frisbees his old ones at the wall and chooses to remain in his tight boxers, which frame his bubble butt perfectly.

"Hey boo, I think we should weigh ourselves."

"Why?" Niall asked, probably more interested in eating.

"Shits and grins." I shrugged, and so did Niall.

Getting out the scale I step on.

"179lbs." A couple pounds more than normal but nothing alarming.

Then Niall steps up.

"Uh Zayn, could you please read mine." "Sure babe!"

My eyes bulged out of their sockets

"255lbs!!!" I was so proud of my piggy!

"So how much Zee?"

"Let's see... Um, 183lbs."

"Oh wow, maybe I should watch my weight. But then food is also good..."

"Nah you're fine love, honestly. You could stand to put on weight if anything."

"If you say so Zee"

Oh I say so Nialler, I say so...