makin' it big (stylinson)

three

after we fucked, we didn't really talk. either he didn't want anything serious, or he was waiting for me, the alpha, to make a move again.

i wanted to observe from afar. the salads at lunch were gone, replaced by pizza and cookies. predominantly, cookie cake.

as the weeks went on i watched as his usual black skinny jeans were slowly swallowed at the hem by his tummy.

i had never seen someone eat so much, and glance at me so often during lunch while he did so.

somehow he picked up on my kink. it was like he was a fucking mind reader. he had gotten the memo. he received it. he processed it, and he was acting on it.

he understood the assignment. he was actively working to tease me every damn chance he got.

obviously he enjoyed it too. clearly he did, because he wouldn't stop eating. he must've put on another ten to fifteen pounds in the following weeks, his tummy growing bigger and more plump in an instant. his ass looked phenomenal.

the way he carried the weight–how it distributed on him–as an omega, was so pretty. he looked like a fucking goddess.

he wasn't ashamed of it either, the clothes he wore always showed off his figure. the omega carried the new weight just as confidently as he carried the first few pounds: with great pride. although last time there was a bit of insecurity. i could sense that was gone now.

i'd like to think i helped.

those shirts were getting so tight, and his muffin top was the cutest little thing.

i couldn't take it anymore, i walked up to him during lunch after a few weeks and no words were even spoken. he grabbed his lunch, took my hand, and was leading me out of the cafe. then out of the school.

it was hard not to glance as his bum as he walked in front of me. damn.

"styles? where the fuck are we going, love?" i asked him curiously, taking my hand out of his in order to properly thread our fingers together.

"my car," he replied, looking back at me with a sly dimpled smile.

"how big is your car? i have an suv, it might b-"

"it has to be my car," he insisted, so i just followed along. i tried not to think about the butterflies in my stomach merely looking at our hands together.

we finally arrived at his vehicle and it was easy to see why it had to be his car. it was loaded with all the snacks a greedy little omega could ever dream of.

we looked around the parking lot, making sure no one could see us before we hopped in the back seat.

immediately harry went to kiss me, pulling me to lay back on the seats and making my heart go fucking crazy. this omega would be the death of me.

i noticed how much softer his hips were as my hands held onto his waist, pulling him closer to me. he was so much softer everywhere, and his love handles were so prominent and defined now. he was so supple and nice to touch. i was positive he was the softest omega in existence, and i just wanted to kiss him all over.

so i did. just like our first time. i kissed all down his chest, and over his rounded belly poking out of his shirt, making him giggle adorably. how could i resist? so i kissed his cheeks as he laughed, before pausing to look at him. he just smiled brightly up a me, happiness in those green eyes. that dimpled smile alone was the best part of my day.

"my god you're so fucking beautiful," i muttered, and harry was taking off my shirt with a little grin. i followed in suit, going to undo his pants.

they were so tight, the button was nearly impossible to undo, but once i got it, it popped open aggressively. his giant sigh of relief filled the backseat, as he finally was able to take a deep breath.