One Direction Weight Gain; Dice Prompt Challenge

Part 1; Liam

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= Liam, Holidays, either 653lbs or 140lbs gained, 400 words.

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"Liam hun I'm glad you're here!" Karen hugs her son, quite used to the fact that her thin arms only managed to encircle Liam's enormous overhang, not even reaching past his waist to his back.

"Merry Christmas mum!" Liam says, clearly out of breath, but still cheerful nonetheless. Karen knew to move to back to allow her son to squeeze himself into the foyer. His overflowing gut and rotund ass brushed against both sides of the door as he shimmied himself in sideways.

Once inside the entrance, Liam quickly shed his 7XL coat, leaving himself wearing a somewhat outgrown 5XL tee shirt, which noticeably left the last half foot of his overhang exposed for his relatives to see. Though it wasn't shocking to them at this point, as they had gotten used to Liam's many wardrobe malfunctions over the years.

"Here you go dear, have a seat" His mother guided him to his reinforced dining chair at the table, which stood out slightly against the other regular dining chairs. Liam now knew that he couldn't sit on the regular chairs, which he found out last year on his birthday, when he placed his then 575lbs body on a chair which, as it turns out, had a weight limit of 300lbs. Needless to say the chair was toast, and all that was salvageable was the back piece.

Liam lowered himself slowly onto the reinforced chair, panting from the effort it took to get from his car, up the driveway, a handful of stairs, and finally through that damn door. When creaking reaches Liam's ears from his chair he thinks nothing of it, because after all, it's reinforced. When that creaking gets louder and louder as Liam consumes a pre lunch meal courtesy of his mother's cooking, he continues to ignore it.

This continues up until the point where Karen places dessert (a pre lunch dessert, of course) on the table, slightly out of reach of Liam because of all the plates in the way that he had already eaten. Liam tries to shift his weight and reach the cake, to no avail. He eventually lifts himself up slightly and manages to get a hold on the platter, at the same time vaguely aware that his belly was resting on the remains of the food he had eaten minutes earlier.

Ref-faced and sweating in exertion, Liam, with dessert in hand, slumps heavily down into his seat. Only for the reinforced metal to groan noisily, before giving way the moment his full weight collides into it. Metal is twisted and mangled, fabric is caught and torn and most tragically, cake is spilled.

Karen instantly bounds into the room, to find her well over 600lbs son sitting over the remains of his reinforced chair, one hand, fingering the torn fabric of his sweatpants, the other shoving handfuls of frosting into his mouth.

"Sorry mum" Liam said, muffled because of the dessert he was shoveling down.

Karen sighed and made sure to order a new chair with a weight limit of at least 900lbs for next year.