Louis Weight Gain Oneshots

Not So Teeny Tiny (LARRY) Part 2

It had been three months since that fateful day when Harry and Louis met. Three months since Louis had practically eaten his weight in sweets. Three months since Louis Tomlinson was last classified as 'teeny tiny'.

He had moved in with Harry a month after they'd started  dating, and they were happy as could be. Harry loved to spoil his Louis. And Louis? Well, he was more than okay with that.

Harry had been promoted to general manager at the bakery, and was making plenty to sustain the both of them. Louis was constantly telling Harry that he could go to work too, but Harry in turn, was constantly assuring Louis, that he didn't need to. "My love deserves to live a sweet life of luxury." He would always tell him.

Most days, while Harry was at work, Louis would lounge about the house. He typically wore sweats, so he was mostly oblivious to the weight he'd been gaining, from Harry's over feeding him. Harry's methods included giving Louis' larger portions than his own, sliding extra helpings onto his plate, asking if he wanted more, cooking large desserts, and of course, keeping the cabinets well stocked with Louis' favorite snacks and sweets to snack on during the day. The once tiny boy, who couldn't have weighed more than 140 pounds, now appeared to weigh in at about 210, but Harry couldn't be sure, as he hadn't had the pleasure of weighing him.

And, they were happy. Mostly. There was only one problem, Harry's lack of communication. Harry hadn't yet admitted his feederism kink to his lover. He didn't want Louis to be disgusted. It caused a strain on their relationship. A significant one.

Louis pulled a white button up and his dress slacks from the closet. He really wanted to be able to contribute to the house and he was preparing for his first job interview since he'd started dating Harry. He stood in front of the mirror pulling the shirt over his arms, it felt a bit tighter than usual, but he shrugged it off, and started on the buttons. He got the first two buttons fastened over his neck and chest, but when he got to his belly he found it to be a challenge. He grunted tugging harder to get the buttons over his gut. Biting his lip in aggravation, he sucked his belly in as much as he could and managed to get the buttons over his stomach. He let out a sigh of relief, but as he did so the buttons popped off his shirt one by one, revealing his bare pudge on display. "HAZ!!!" He called frantically, tears in his eyes. Why didn't his shirt fit?! He'd worn it only three months ago.

"What is it baby?!" Harry called out as he left the kitchen where he'd been fixing breakfast.

"My shirt doesn't fit!" Louis exclaimed, angrily.

"I can see that." Harry chuckled, biting his lip. Louis looked so cute standing there with his round belly poking out of the open shirt.

"It's not funny!!" Louis wailed.

Harry immediately felt bad. "Sorry baby. I know its not.... tell me. Why were you putting on a dress shirt? You're usually still asleep at this hour anyway."

"I... I have a job interview." Louis explained.

"But, I told you that you don't have to work you know. I make plenty to sustain the both of us." Harry said, sounding a bit desperate. He liked Louis to lounge around at home, he gained more weight that way.

"Yeah, but Harry all I do is sit around all day with nothing to do! I'm kind of useless." He explained, "And look at what it's done to me." He said, looking down at his belly with sadness in his eyes.

Harry took a deep breath, deciding he needed to come clean about his little fetish. "It's done amazing things to you babe."

Louis looked at him astonished. "Harry... do you see how fat I am?"