One Direction Weight Gain One-shots

Soccer Practice (Harry)

I pulled up at the field, seeing my team had already begun drills, and were now running back and forth passing the ball precisely.

For a moment I looked down at myself, then I looked back up at my teammates.

It wasn't hard to see the difference between us. My teammates were caked in sweat, their lithe bodies shining and their muscles pumped. On the other hand my body was pumped with something else entirely.

Getting out of my car, I pull at my jersey, trying to get it below my belly button, but it just wouldn't budge.

Meanwhile my shorts we're chaffing my thighs massively, giving me a pronounced and incredibly obvious waddle.

Slowly I waddled over, once again comparing my bouncing belly to my mates hard abs and pecs.

It's weird to think I looked like that only a few months ago....

I know what you're thinking. How the fuck did you manage to get so fat that quickly???

Well I just, y'know, stopped exercising at some point. I never liked having to work out or do cardio or anything like that. So I suddenly had a bunch of free time and nothing to fill it with but food.

I remember going on trips with Niall to the mall, just so we could stuff our faces. If only Niall hadn't gone back to the gym, it would have been better if there was another fatty on the team to soften the blow. But I could already see him from here, his thighs bulging with muscle as he scored a goal.

I guess I was on my own then...

"Excuse me!"

I turned to see my coach Liam staring down at me, looking thoroughly uninterested. His muscles looked ready to pop out of his singlet.

"And just who might you be?" He asked, checking a clipboard.

"Umm, you don't recognise me?" I was nervous now.

"Well I don't exactly frequent Krispy Kremes, do I?" He chuckled, slapping my exposed overhang, causing it to ripple.

I blushed bright red.

"No it's umm H-harry"

His eyes bulges out of his head.

"Harry, as in Harry Styles?" He gasped, looking me over with a critical eye.

I nodded, tugging down my shirt again.

Coach Liam pinched the bridge of his nose, making his biceps bulge.

"Well we're gonna have to talk about the elephant in the room at some point, but for now go and train with the team. And for god sakes, get a couple sizes up, you look obscene!!" He yelled, motioning to my thighs, which looked moments from bursting the stretched fabric.

"Will do" I muttered, and waddled to the team, who had stopped running and were now staring at me.

"This is gonna suck." I thought.

Like a bunch of wild animals descending on a carcass, the muscle-bound jocks that made up our team sprinted over, oddly fascinated with their fat teammate.

They poked, and prodded. Jiggled and grabbed. One even slapped my ass. Now they were lifting my shirt and staring at my moobs.

"They're bigger than my girlfriend's!" Our goalie, Nick, said in amazement.

Grabbing one, and having it overflow from his grip, left wing Justin exclaimed "It feels better than your girlfriend's too!!"

Nick shoved him and grabbed both in his large hands, running his thumbs over my sensitive nipples, causing a jolt of pleasure to run through me.

This jolt also caused my whole body to shake, the pale blubber bouncing wildly as my teammates watched, entranced.

"Okay that's enough ya horny bastards! Leave Harry alone and start doing some stretches."

Most left, muttering about how they didn't get a good enough feel, but Nick stayed, looking into my eyes.

"You've certainly changed a lot Harry" He licked his lips, raking his eyes over my thunder thighs, my overhang, my bulging love handles and my swollen man boobs.

He finally left me with a gentle slap on the belly, leaving me to attempt to do stretches. Which as it turns out is damn near impossible when you can barely even see over your belly.

All I succeeded in doing was bursting the sides of my shorts. The rip widened even further while I was jogging (attempting to anyway).

My back seam split while found squats, and mid-fielder Zac wolf whistled at me. I decided at this point that my dignity was already gone, and stripped down to my underwear, which was tight, black and straining on my curves.

Thankfully at this point Coach ended the session, probably seeing that half of his players were a bit distracted by the obese guy who was half naked.

As each guy ran past me I got a slap on my ass. Giggling slightly, I waddled to the change rooms.

All in all, tonight went a lot better than I thought it would. I even got Nick's number. And Justin's too. And Zack's. Okay everyone gave me their number.

Looking down at my moobs I jiggled them.

"Good work guys" I thought, laughing.

Now, what for dinner. McDonald's, KFC or pizza?

"All of the above!" I thought, rubbing my hungry gut.