One Direction Weight Gain One-shots

Changing Room

Louis waddled into the changing rooms after a gruelling work out, sweat pouring down his body. His eyes darted around, quickly tearing his shirt off when he sees that he is alone.

He pulls on a blue t-shirt, struggling to get it past his globular moobs.

The feather haired lad jumps when someone gropes one of his bulging lovehandles.

Gasping, he turns, his gut shaking wildly from the exertion, to see a tanned guy with an eight pack staring at him with amusement.

"Hey big guy" The mystery guy spoke in a self-assured tone.

"Umm, hi." Louis muttered, tugging down at his shirt, which was slowly making it's way down his sweaty belly.

Louis looked back at the yet unnamed guy, only to see him staring at his own bulging mid section. He blushed and pushed his shirt down completely, aware that his gut was still very obvious regardless of whether he had a shirt or not.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer" Louis snapped, tired of his probing eyes going over his body.

The tanned guy seemed to snap out of whatever trance he was in, and he mumbled a quiet apology.

"Its just..." He began, trailing off when Louis bent over to hoist up his sweatpants, which were stuck on his thunder thighs.

"Just what?" The blue eye lad asked impatiently, jumping to try and get the sweatpants over his uncontrollably huge ass. He cringed a bit when he could hear the ground creaking, along with the fabric of his sweatpants.

"Your so....
Umm...
‎....fat."

I snapped my eyes to his, ready to cuss him out, instead my eyes softened when I saw the blush on his cheeks.

"Well that what happens when you weigh 310lbs, isn't it?" Louis muttered, rolling his eyes at the fit guy in front of me.

The mystery guy gasps out loud at that comment.

"WHAT!?" He wailed, looking at the fat guy in front of him. Specifically at his round belly, then his wide ass, then his massive thighs.

"I weigh like 145lbs!" He muttered in disbelief.

"That's not even half of what you do."

"I mean it's not that surprising, look." Louis turned around and motioned to his ass, which had actually begun taking up two separate seats on the bus.

The Doncaster lad stands the mystery guy up, and moves him over to a nearby mirror, showing him his own booty, which was comically small in comparison.

"See. My ass looks almost four times as wide as yours bud." Louis smirked and smacked his bum playfully, earning a glare from the fit lad.

"Oh, and could I get your name? I just realised that I've been called you fit lad in my head this whole time." Louis asked awkwardly, scratching his arm stretchmarks.

"Sure, m'Zayn" he mumbled, blushing

"And I'm Louis"

They were both silent for a few seconds.

"Well Zayn, this exchange has been weird, but fun. However there is an overflowing bucket of KFC waiting for me at home. So imma go"

Zayn licked his lips as he watched Louis waddle out, his fat ass bouncing and virtually tearing his sweatpants to pieces.

"We'll definitely be seeing each other again..." Zayn thought, entranced.