#chubby 1d

“Well, the tanning can wait, I just finished breakfast baby come eat.” Harry went to reach for the utensils he brought out to set them by both of their plates, adjusting Clifford and Doris’ food trays under the table side by side.

“Harrryyyyyyyy I just laid down, can’t you bring it over here?” Louis giggled as he lowered his sunglasses over his eyes. He really loved to push his luck these days with Harry, finding that he and his husband both loved the bratty side of him.

“You can get your ass over here and I’ll sit in your lap and feed you” Harry said with a smirk, “gotta make sure my husband gets some type of exercise, even if it’s just to walk to more food.”

“Hey! I do, I’ve been working out with you!” Louis huffed back as he stood up and walked toward the chairs to take a seat, leaving his boxers behind.

“Yes yes, I know, and I’m thankful for your company, even if you only walk for an hour and a half and then head straight to the kitchen.” Harry chuckled as he took a seat on Louis’ right leg, pulling a plate of eggs with heavily buttered toast and bacon in front of them.

“Doctors order you know, said as long as I did a little bit of cardio everything else was looking healthy.” Louis smirked as Harry raised a piece of bacon to the older boy’s soft pink lips.

“Yes, I would say so.” Harry smiled as Louis chewed, hand reaching to grab under his belly to jiggle it in agreement.

When Louis decided to take an extended break from his acting career, focusing on helping charities and spending more time at home with his husband and pets, he knew exactly what he was getting himself into. He was tired of living a life of restriction, both in his personal life of never getting to spend enough time with his family, but also in his dietary, and even sex life.

Ever since that movie role where he had to put on those 30 pounds, Louis was craving this time to really let go and let Harry take care of him. Let himself gain as much weight as his body wanted.

So he did, during this extended break (which had only started about a year and a half ago) Louis had steadily crept up to gaining 80 more pounds on his once dainty and toned frame. Harry, of course, helping him the entire way.

The beginning of the process this time was nothing like the original. Louis having the knowledge that this was a big kink for them used that to his advantage, almost like he needed it to survive. The day his break started, he came home from the press conference of the announcement of his acting hiatus to find an entire table full of his favorite recipes Harry hadn’t made since that movie shoot, demanding that it all be gone by the end of the day.

That’s how the first few months of this break went, Harry practically stuffing Louis at least three times a week, Louis walking around aimlessly eating anything he could find to fill his ever hungry belly. He had years to catch up on food wise, and he wasn’t going to miss a single morsel if he could help it.

As the months went by, he hit each milestone in Harry’s ever loving company, Harry weighing him every two weeks instead of every two days just so they could focus on Louis’ happiness over some type of number goal. Over the months, his belly slowly swelled forward, even when he wasn’t stuffed to the gills now his stomach looked like it could belong to a pregnant woman. His thighs once again found each other, his chest became a soft plain for kisses, and his collarbones disappeared once more. Louis would sit in front of their master bedroom mirror and just admire his curves, running his hands along his soft body to familiarize himself with every inch, every stretch mark that Harry would press soft kisses to. He would run his hands along his belly finally being able to really know his reflection without having to worry about it needing to change for his career anytime soon.

Milestones were set for Louis to achieve by Harry, like outgrowing gucci belts, stretching out fitted t shirts, even popping open a few tom ford button downs. When he busted open the trousers he had worn to his last movie premiere during a particularly difficult stuffing, Louis didn’t think Harry was ever going to catch his breath as the older boy cradled his packed belly trying to get any relief. That was a fun night for both of them.

“What do you think baby? Do you want anything else?” Harry asked, jolting Louis from his memories, gently tracing his pointer finger in circles around the blue eyed boys belly button.

Louis’ belly wasn’t anywhere near full, but it sat content and rounded out in his lap, Harry’s soft hand pushing reality into him. He was so lucky, so happy to be here now with Harry.

“I think i’m good right now baby, thank you so much.” Louis lent over and kissed his husband, his belly bumping into Harry who basically melted at the contact.

“Are you sure? I’m sure there’s room for a little more in here.” Harry lent down to kiss the crest of Louis’ stomach.

“I’m good, really, but you said you were…..making christmas cookies today right? Trying out some new recipes or something about it?” Louis smiled shyly, hoping Harry would get the hint.

“Oh yeah I am, I completely forgot. I have to find the perfect recipe to bring to my parents house!” Harry’s dimples were on display as he thought about his parents around the christmas tree.

“I was thinking, if you need help finding the recipe, I could be your tester? I’m dying for something sweet.” Louis kissed Harry on the cheek.

“I’m sure that could be arranged, you’ll have to fill out an application though” Harry chuckled

“An application? Who else would you have do it?” Louis pulled back from leaving kitten kisses on Harry’s neck.

“Well, you’re going to have to fight Clifford of course for the job.”

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The day went on as it usually did in the Tomlinson- Styles home. After Louis laid out in the sun for a while lounger, he made his way back to the kitchen for some snacks before lunch. Still refusing to put on his boxers, Harry rubbed his lower belly as Louis reached for the box of cheez its in the overhead cupboard.

“You know, as much as I love seeing your ass, what if someone comes over? Do you have something against clothes now?” Harry said, continuing to run his hand along the underside of Louis’ stomach, feeling it’s heaviness in his hand when he gently pressed into it.

“Clothes are restricting and, honestly all of my boxers are getting a little uncomfortable.” Louis said as he pulled the box down and began opening it.

“Louis….did we not just buy you those? What, a month ago?” Harry’s cheeks began to flush as he squeezed Louis’ stomach lightly. There’s no way - this boy had to have plateaued by now. They’ve been taking it relatively easy with their stuffings and really just enjoying themselves lately.

“Yeah, I mean, a month is a long time...and I’m still hungry like all the time.” Louis blushed, “it’s...it’s really not that surprising, is it?”

Harry wasn’t really sure what to do with this information as he pulled Louis closer to him. “Well...how do your jeans feel and your other new clothes? Do you feel like I have to take them out yet?” Harry had been taking out Louis’ clothes when they would buy new ones, just until Louis felt he really couldn’t wear them anymore. After all, the boy had gone up a good few sizes, and they didn’t want to have to buy a new set of clothing for each one.

“Yeah I mean, everything could be a bit looser, but nothing I can’t handle, I guess my body still wants to gain a bit more.” Louis bent over to kiss Harry’s cheek.

“I….I’m gonna start baking the Christmas cookies.” Harry blurted. He knew exactly what they were going to do today.

After pressing his lips to his husbands once more and lightly smacking his ever soft behind, he shooed him out of the kitchen so that he could get to work.

“And please, put your pants on Louis!”

———

A few hours had passed and Harry had an array of cookies spread along their dining room table. There were ginger snaps, chocolate chip, sugar cookie, pepper cookies, even an assortment of chocolate and red velvet cake pops Harry had wanted to try out because he thought they would be cute once decorated.

Another two trays were still baking in the over when Louis brought his dishes from lunch into the kitchen to wash them.

Louis didn’t realize Harry was baking enough to feed all of Los Angeles today, “Babe?” Yelled Louis, trying to see where Harry was in their house as he wasn’t in the kitchen.

Harry rounded the corner with Doris in his arms, “hey baby, how was your lunch?” He pecked Louis on the lips, letting him scratch at Doris’ ear. Their animals always loved Louis so much, it made Harry’s heart so happy.

“It was really good babe, thank you.” Louis continued scratching Doris’ chin, “But what is all this? Are you trying to feed the entire city?” Louis chuckled, not thinking much of it.

Harry’s face flushed as he set Doris down, “I was actually thinking….we could maybe have some fun?” He pulled Louis closer to him, belly pressed up against his abs making his insides flip and roll with want.

“Fun you say?” Louis smirked, maybe he wasn’t as oblivious to what he thought was coming next.

“How about...you go take a seat at the table, and I’ll get some tinsel yeah? How does that sound cutie pie?” Harry nuzzled his nose against Louis with a smile on his flushed face.

“Fuck YES, okay okay I’ll go.” Louis said excited with a smile.

“And Louis?” Harry stopped before grabbing his husband's arm.

“Will you go put on that lace bodysuit for me?” Harry smiled softly.

Louis ran up the stairs as fast as he could to pull the soft lace along his body. He had a few different lace pieces that Harry had hand sewn for him to wear because he liked them so much. A few had to be retired because he could no longer pull them above his thighs and bum, this one not too far behind as it stretched against the curve of his belly. Louis tied up the sides, as there were ribbons connecting them tied up in cross cross patterns.

Louis made his way downstairs to find candles lit and all the blinds shut to mimic the darkness of the night sky, the Christmas lights on their tree turned on to set the mood.

Harry stood in the center of the dining room with a string of tinsel in his hands, stripped down to just his boxers and undershirt.

Louis was breathless at the scene with excitement, “we really are a kinky bunch for doing this in the middle of the day” Louis said as he made his way to Harry, slipping his arms around the younger boys tiny waist.

“You know Harry, you could stand to put on a few too” Louis giggled, poking Harry right in the stomach.

“Honestly, I was thinking about that earlier today.” Harry said with a smile as he lent down to press a kiss to Louis’ lips.

“Wait, really? The fittest fashion designer in Hollywood?” Louis pulled back with surprise.

“I mean….we only live once don’t we? Maybe I’m a little tired of being so LA fit all the time. I don’t know, we’ll talk about it later.” Harry said lifting the tinsel, “why don’t you pick a spot for me to tie up these pretty hands, hmm?”

“Can we do this on the couch? Put a nice movie on, relax?” Louis said, “a….little bit of mindless eating?” His cheeks flushed, and a hunger was beginning to burn in him for this scene to get started.

“Of course baby, you go put a movie on you like, and I’ll get the cookies ready for you.” Harry pecked him on the cheek, leaving Louis to sit on the couch and open Netflix.

When Harry came back over Louis was all set up comfy against the couch cushions ready to be manhandled.

“Give me your wrists baby.” Harry said sweetly, tying the small hands behind Louis’ back. “There we go, now if you get uncomfortable you tell me okay?” Harry kissed down Louis’ chest as he nodded in agreement.

Harry began lifting cookies to Louis’ thin soft lips, who munched happily on each different kind and flavor Harry baked up. It was almost routine, Louis would take bites of the cookie, Harry would pat his belly, survey the lace tie up on the sides, and Louis would be onto the next few cookies.

It was around his 10th or 11th treat he was starting to feel a little constrained in the bodysuit, his belly pressing up against the lace, the sides tugging tightly against his skin as he took deep breaths in between each treat. He wasn’t near full yet, just a little….well, tied up.

It wasn’t until Louis took a breather after the 17th cookie, which happened to be gingerbread, that Louis felt something rip on his side.

“Knew this one wasn’t gonna last much longer.” Louis grunted out as he took a thankful deep breath, his stomach expanding with new found room.

Harry was on him in seconds, rubbing Louis’ tummy in big gentle circles, pressing down here and there to hear Louis make a little noise of discomfort or pleasure depending on where the spot was.

“You look so good like this Loubear.” Harry was breathless watching this scene play out, his dick straining in his boxers watching Louis shamelessly eat all of these treats, his belly swelling forward to find room for everything he was trying to cram in it.

“You’re really too sweet.” Louis smiled softly and closed his eyes for a moment, a soft burp making its way out that Louis was grateful for.

“I bet you belly is starting to feel a little full, huh baby boy? You’re doing so good for me” Harry pecked his cheek, “can’t believe you were this hungry.”

Louis wasn’t really full yet, so he decided to press Harry’s buttons, “Still am baby, not full yet” Louis smiled wide using his head to point to the cookie tray, “The gingerbread are really good, can I have another?” Louis locked eyes with Harry and Harry thought he might combust then and there.

“Of course baby, anything for my big boy.” Harry pressed the gingerbread to Louis' mouth, Louis making a show of biting off a piece and chewing it slowly.

“Won’t be able to finish all these if you eat that slow baby, your tummy’ll catch up to you.” Harry said softly as he gripped underneath Louis’ stomach giving it a small squeeze, running his hand down further to rest it on top of Louis’ hardening cock.

They continued on as Louis zoned out on the movie, getting up to about the 25th cookie when he had to readjust his sitting position to make room.

“Can you untie my hands baby? Wanna lay back to make more room.” Louis said sweetly, Harry setting the cookie they were working on down to relieve Louis’ hands of their constraints.

“There we go, thank you.” Louis said as he brought his own hands to his rounded stomach, the tie on the other side of the bodysuit barely staying with the pressure it was being put against.

“Anything for you baby.” Harry brought the cookie back to Louis’ mouth, eager to watch him finish this tray at least.

Louis positioned himself so he was laying with his upper body propped up against the armrest of their couch, Harry hovering over top of his with his legs straddling Louis’ thighs as he continued to feed him treat after treat. He would duck down occasionally to kiss at Louis’ laced covered skin, or move his legs up so his thighs were pressing against both sides of the other boys belly, earning a soft huff or grunt from Louis as more pressure was added to his already packed tight stomach.

By the time the boys got to the last cookie, Louis was finally ready to call it.

“Last one baby, I’m so proud of you, look at how good you did.” Harry said as he raised the final pepper cookie to Louis’ lips.

“Thank god” Louis said softly as he took the cookie in his mouth, chewing it slowly before swallowing. He brought his hands up and rested them on top of his belly that was now swollen and firm, 30 or so cookies stuffed inside of him.

“How does my baby boy feel? Hmm? Your belly feels,” Harry pressed down softly, “a little tight, you must be uncomfortable.” He pressed a soft kiss to Louis’ lips, earning a soft smile and Louis’ huffing out a breath once their lips were parted.

“shame I don’t wanna move right now cause I really, really want you to fuck me Harry.” Louis’ eyes were dark when he opened them, his left hand trailing as far as he could to find his cock, but his swollen belly was in the way of him reaching it.

“Mmmmm, I can fix that baby, you just relax for a few minutes okay. Look at you, my big beautiful husband. This belly is just,” Harry pulled the tie on the other side that had miraculously not come undone, “so precious, don’t you think? Remember when you used to be so small and thin, we never had this much fun.” Harry then untied the halter holding the bodysuit up around Louis’ neck, pulling the fabric down. “You always have been handsome but this? This is so…..sexy.” Harry’s mouth was basically watering as he finally got his hands on Louis’ soft, stretched skin. Stretch marks were subtly visible sitting along Louis’ plush hips from the weight he had gained so quickly months ago, something Harry took a lot of pride in.

“Harrrryyyyyyy” Louis whined as Harry pressed a soft hand against Louis’ very hard cock. “Please I….I can’t.” Louis huffed out.

“Tell me about it, sweetheart, tell me all about it.” Harry egged him on as he pulled the body suit off of Louis, past his belly, his bum, dragging it down his legs and throwing it on the floor narrowly missing a candle or two. With his belly now free, Louis took as deep a breath as he could manage and ran his hands along his skin, Harry’s joining them by running up and down his soft sides.

“I am so lucky.” Harry said as he leaned down for an absolute bruising kiss with his very full boy. His thigh brushed against Louis’ dick, making the older boy moan into his mouth as the contact.

“Want me to take care of you? Know you can’t do it yourself, not right now with this in your way huh?” Harry teased, lightly smacking the side of Louis’ stomach.

“Stop. Teasing. I’m…..very hard and very full. Need you. now.” Louis huffed up before he went to nip at Harry’s lower lip.

Harry’s hand trailed down to Louis’ hard member earning another moan from the boy, he reached under the couch where he had stashed the bottle of lube for this scene in particular.

“Gonna take care of you baby, don’t worry.” Harry whispered as he spread the lube onto his palms, one hand softly tugging at his husband's dick and the other hand going to his rim. This was one of Harry’s favorite things, watching Louis absolutely lose it while stuffed to the brim. He knew Louis got some type of high from being stuffed, adding to that Harry pounding into him? Louis turned into a right mess as the joined sensations.

2 fingers in and Louis’ began squirming beginning for more, his own hands laying softly on his belly. “h..Harry, please, more.” Louis panted out, not sure whether to chase the feeling of Harry’s hand softly rubbing his dick or the now 3 fingers in his bum.

It continued on like this for a few minutes, Louis rubbing his own belly through the process to try and get some relief from the pressure packed in there, a soft whining echoing through the house as Harry gave him what he needed with his fingers.

“Harry, I’m ready, I’m ready now.” Louis grunted out, “get on with it please.”

“Okay baby, gonna be gentle, don’t wanna hurt you or your tummy.” Harry pressed a kiss to the stretched skin before him, Louis now laying flat on the couch as his belly rounded out like a mountain of sorts on top of the older boy.

Harry slowly entered Louis, inch by inch, Louis was right gagging for him to bottom out as fast as he could and knew Harry was only being gentle, but he needed this as bad as he needed to be stuffed. There was something about being controlled in such a way by Harry that couldn’t compare to anything else.

“Harry.” Louis said, eyes shut tight when his husband finally bottomed out, “fucking move.”

At that Harry began his venture of picking up pace as he moved in and out of Louis, trying to be as gentle as possible considering Louis’ state. Every time Harry would jostle the blue eyed boy's belly, Louis would whine a little more at the feeling, grabbing at his belly to steady himself. That and him panting from not doing any of the work besides taking him so well was making Harry feel hot all over.

“Harry I, I’m gonna come…..please, pleasepleasepleaseplease can I come.” Louis’ voice raised higher and higher with each please rushed out of him, his back arching for what it could with the weight of his stomach holding him down.

Harry laid a hand on Louis’ belly as his other hand gripped onto the arm rest for more support as he thrust in harder, making sure he kept contact on his boys prostate.

“Of course baby boy, come whenever you can.” Harry said before a particularly hard thrust in as he watched Louis’ eyes roll back in pleasure as his orgasm crashed into him.

“HARRY, I fuckingcantbelievei” Louis’ jumbled swear words were shouted through the house as Harry worked Louis’ through his orgasm, chasing his own release. It wasn’t hard when he watched Louis reach down and grip his own belly with two hands as he panted and squirmed under him from the pleasure, Harry’s orgasm rushed through him upon seeing the sight.

Making sure he didn’t fall on top of the stuffed boy underneath him, he collapsed to the side of Louis, a panting mess himself after the show he had just watched his husband put on.

“Louis you….” Harry reached his hand over to turn Louis’ mouth to his, kissing him, “are so hot what the fuck.” He finished as he rested a hand on top of Louis’ belly, drawing soft circles with his fingers.

“Yeah, but” Louis went in for another kiss, sighing into the younger boy's mouth when he caught his tongue, “you, you’re so beautiful Harry. How did I get so lucky all those years ago.”

Both boys laid there for what felt like forever wrapped in each other’s arms sharing lazy kisses waiting for their heart rates to return to normal. Harry loved the feeling of Louis’ belly pressed up against his own, the blue eyed boys head tucked under his chin as he raked his fingers through the chestnut hair.

On the table in front of him now sat three large fries and a twenty piece chicken nugget from mcdonalds, two burgers from five guys, and a milkshake from shake shack - all of which arrived only about 5 minutes ago to the door of their California home, and Louis would be damned if he didn’t take this opportunity to make Harry wish he could teleport to their front door too.

Snapping a photograph of the impressive spread, Louis sent it away to the iphone of his husband all the way in some stuffy LA meeting space, while he began enjoying his meal like it was the last good one he would have for a while.

Not 10 minutes later when Louis was putting a burger wrapper and the first empty french fry container in the bag to be tossed when he was finished, his phone started buzzing like mad on the table before him.

H: “Are you kidding me Louis, I don’t even get to be there :(“

H: “The ONE WEEKEND I don’t get to spend with you and I can’t be there encouraging you?”

H: “Take it easy though, you have to be back on set in a few days, wouldn’t want you to get in trouble with the director for having a puffy face from the salt”

H: “this is an important meeting and here you are, ruining my thought process.”

H: “i’m kidding, i love you”

H: “but still.”

Louis couldn’t help but chuckle, he was going to leave Harry on read until he finished all of this food, just because he knows Harry will be losing his mind knowing that Louis was too preoccupied to answer right away.

And, when the phone started vibrating again, Louis knew he was right.

H: “too busy stuffing your face to answer me I see :(“

H: “you know, it’s not very nice of you to torture me when I’m 4 hours away.”

H: “loooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuubear”

Instead of answering, Louis sent him a picture of the now two empty french fry containers and both burger wrappers in the trash bag, hoping Harry would catch the hint.

H: “god damn it Louis William Tomlinson.”

With that, Louis kept eating, until everything was finished and he was struggling to suck down the rest of his vanilla milkshake.

When it was finished Louis’ belly ached from the amount of food it wasn’t as accustomed to anymore, and as he sat practically sedated on the couch, he got an idea.

He gave himself a few more minutes before picking up his feet and walking to the master bedroom, hand on his belly the entire way there, where he decided to take out one of his lace bodysuits.

Stripping out of his boxers and t-shirt, he slipped the soft lace on gently trying not to jostle his belly in the process, loving the way the lace scraped at his stretch marked skin while he pulled it on.

He glanced in the mirror and he lifted his arms to tie the top around his neck, noticing how his stomach was round and bloated from all the food packed into it.

Carefully, Louis laid on the bed after propping his phone up at the right angle, setting the timer, and beginning to pose for each shutter of the camera. This was going to drive Harry absolutely mad.

5 minutes later, after choosing and sending an appropriate photo captioned “babe my belly hurts :(“, Louis’ phone was again buzzing wildly.

H: “LOUIS I SWEAR TO GOD.”

H: “I’M IN A MEETING.”

H: “you know what”

H: “I hope it does, you did this to yourself whilst I wasn’t able to be there.”

Louis didn’t like the tone of that last text, so he sent another picture of just his hand resting on his belly for good measure, giggling like a madman after this time captioning it “do you think this body suit looks a little loose?”

H: “I think when I get home that body suit is going to be ruined.” Was the only reply Louis got before Harry put his phone on silent and buried it in his bag, hoping to feign innocence when he could feel his half hard on pressing against the zipper of his trousers.

Louis was a giggling mess as he rolled onto his back, continuing to rub his poor belly.

—-

It wasn’t an hour later when Louis was peacefully laying in the bathtub, still petting at his rounded tummy and sipping on some red wine that the doorbell rang a few times.

After about the fifth ring, Louis pulled himself out of the bath mumbling about who the hell could be visiting them today of all days, tying his bathrobe around his dripping body as he made his way down the staircase to the front door.

When he opened the door, he knew exactly who was to blame.

“Door dash, order for Louis Tomlinson.” The teenager looked less than enthused as he handed a large pizza and a small box of cupcakes over to Louis.

“Um…thank you” Louis said, taking the boxes before the teenager turned around to get back into his car.

L: “I can’t believe you”

L: “if you think I won’t finish all of this…”

Louis began walking back up to their master bath, setting the food down on the bed.

H: “facetime call in 30 minutes when I get to my hotel room.”

——

By the time 15 minutes flew past, Louis had already decided not to wait for Harry.

He knew what Harry would be expecting him to eat, so….he just decided to have something different so Harry wouldn’t know he had eaten more before their call.

Logic, right?

Wrong. Because after Louis had finished his fifth king size chocolate bar in the bath tub, his belly was not too happy with him and his choices.

He lifted himself out of the tub gently, his belly making angry noises at the movements. Louis stifled a burp into his palm begging for room to be made inside his tummy or Harry would know something was up.

No such luck when only a small air bubble was shifted, making him feel even more uncomfortable.

He was going to have to play pretend.

Trudging to the bed to lay down for a few minutes, Louis hoped the food would shift around even a little bit to make room for what he was sure Harry would expect him to eat on the call. He reached his hand down to grip the swell of his bloated belly, angry with his decision to play this game.

When his Skype began ringing a few minutes later he had picked out a soft set of lace to lay down in front of the camera for his husband. He laid on his side, his head propped up on one hand that was propped by his elbow on the soft comforter, and pressed the answer button.

“Hey sweetie, I missed you so-“ Harry stopped when he realized what he was looking at and Louis smirked in pleasure as he ran his hand over his belly.

“You…I haven’t been gone more than 24 and you look like you’ve put on weight Louis.” Harry blurted out not thinking.

“Well, they do say the camera adds 10 pounds so…” Louis said, picking up a cupcake to lick the icing off from the meal Harry had ordered for him. His belly gurgled softly in protest, knowing it would soon be packed beyond repair.

“I…I….Mhm.” Harry stuttered out as he watched Louis lick the white frosting off the cupcake, acting like he’d never experienced something like this before.

“Stunned to silence huh? Over a little lace? Surely you’re not a virgin we know this.” Louis laughed gently, his belly pushing forward a little more as he took a deep breath in preparation.

“Sorry sorry sorry, just…fuck I wish I was with you Lou you look…really fucking good. So fucking fit.” Harry blushed a deeper shade of red as he went to rest his head in his hands to watch.

“Fit? Hmmm….yeah if you say so. Wouldn’t use that term but..” Louis slapped his belly, helping to move the air enough for him to finally burp effectively, he was gonna need more room for this food if he was going to trick Harry - and he wanted nothing more than to see Harry’s face when he finished this.

“Not like I’ll be running a few miles anytime soon yeah?” Louis said with a smirk as he took a bite out of the frosting-Less cupcake.

“We may live in America currently but you know what I mean when I say fit Louis” Harry deadpanned at his husband’s joke, even if the joke did make his dick twitch in interest. He wasn’t going to make Louis run or anything, maybe…maybe he’d have him top, just to tease him. Louis loved a good teasing.

“Yeah yeah, I know, tell me about your day sweetheart while I finish this for you.” Louis smiled as he picked up another cupcake, Harry detailing his slew of fashion meetings for the upcoming spring season - all the types of fabrics and colors that were projected to be on trend that Harry wanted to be ahead of.

“And of course they chose this shade of violet that was just…ridiculous Louis you should’ve seen it I -“ Harry stopped off as Louis interrupted him stifling another burp into his palm.

“You’re really struggling through this one babe?” Harry asked with interest laced in his tone. Louis had only had the two cupcakes and three slices of pizza, he wasn’t anywhere near finished and usually he would be plowing through a meal this simple.

He so wished he could be there to force the food into a tied up Louis’ mouth.

“Mmmm I, yeah, I guess I am.” Louis set the cupcake he was working on down and rolled onto his back, rubbing his distended belly that was on full display for Harry and the camera, groaning as the food shifted around in his tummy.

“Harrrrryyyyyy, my belly hurts” Louis whined as his right hand joined his left on top of his belly, slowly moving lower to knead the pudge below his belly button.

“Louis…god, what did….what did you even eat today? Did you eat again before this call?” Harry’s interest was peaking, his dick hard as he questioned why Louis’ stomach was so round and firm, the pressure of all the food packed so tightly in his belly making the older boy groan.

“N-no I wouldn’t, you wanted me to wait for you.” Louis cheeks were giving his lies away as they became a cute shade of pink.

“Louis, tell me the truth. There is no way you’re this full from this meal - I’ve seen you eat far more in less time with an embarrassing amount of ease.” Harry huffed, Louis had to be lying.

“Embarrassing? I take pride in that, you know. I worked hard to be able to eat so much in such a little time.” Louis glared at the computer screen as his left house pinched at his lower belly for emphasis.

“I take pride in it too, after all, you are bursting with my love. Now be honest and tell me what you ate.” Harry said, voice firm. He was not playing games if he couldn’t be there to absolutely wreck his boy.

“Mmmmm, Harry” Louis frowned as his belly made a very loud unhappy noise, moving his hand to pat his upper belly as if apologizing to it.

Harry stayed silent as he waited for his answer.

“Fine, yes, I ate candy. A lot of candy.” Louis huffed as he rolled back onto his side gently, cradling his belly as a pregnant woman would.

“Hmm, why did you lie?” Harry mused, entertained by Louis having to eat before their Skype call.

“Because I wanted to be able to do this, eat all this food, and then tell you I got hungry before hand and ate even more.” Louis poutted, looking directly into the camera.

“Well, looks like this is going to be a very long Skype call. Because you’re going to eat, all of this.” Harry’s tone was not to be played with.

“Can I…can I wait for just a few more minutes? My belly is so tight Harry, please.” Louis stifled yet another burp into his palm, finally the food beginning to digest.

“A few minutes honey, then you’re going to finish the pizza. The cupcakes can wait.” Harry took pity on his husband, knowing Louis was much better as finishing stuffings when he was physically there to help.

“Okay okay, yeah, a couple minutes.” Louis rolled back onto his back, patting his tummy. “Maybe….maybe it’s not the camera that adds 10 pounds” Louis chuckled at his previous joke.

“I knew you looked bigger than you did, you bastard. Your belly does look really tight baby boy, wish I could be there to help” Harry frowned. He missed Louis’ soft skin, running his fingers up and down his curves, patting his belly from behind. Even if it had only been a day since he had left.

“Yeah, don’t know what I weigh right now” Louis jiggled his belly, what he could with it being so full. “That’s your job” He looked into the camera at Harry with a smile.

“What I do know is that I haven’t stopped eating since you left, genuinely. We’re definitely going to have to go shopping when you come home, I might clean the house out.” Louis giggled a little bit at that.

He heard a soft grunt in reply, and glided through the entryway, fully into their room. He smiled as soon as he entered, immediately feeling at peace in the peach, cream, and gold colors he had selected to decorate their quarters for the summer, and in the middle of all of it, on their wide, finely crafted bed, was his husband, his body spread out generously over the down covers as he snacked from a wide, pastry-covered tea tray at his side.

He lifted his chin when he saw Louis, although the movement of it made the extra flesh under his chin jiggle in a way that made Louis brighten.

“Hello, my love,” Louis smiled.

He tossed his shoes to the floor, letting them clatter unceremoniously against the wooden floor, and then set his crown on the nearest table. He reached behind himself as he walked over to the bed, trying to unloosen the ribbons of his gown.

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” Louis said. He reached the side of the bed and leaned over, kissing Harry’s soft, beard-covered cheek. “Help me out of this thing.”

He turned, bearing his back to Harry, and heard a grunt from behind him, making him glance over his shoulder at Harry struggling to sit up, and then reaching weakly for the ribbons on Louis’s dress. Louis sighed, arching his back and bending his knees to bring himself closer to his husband.

“Doesn’t Madelene usually help you with this sort of thing?” Harry finally asked, and Louis closed his eyes, letting his body shiver as he felt Harry’s plump fingers on his back, pulling at his ribbons.

“Yes, but I sent her home for the night,” Louis said. “I just missed you that much.”

He finally felt his gown loosen enough that he could wiggle his arms out of the garment, and pulled it from his body until it was a heap on the floor, leaving him just in the soft pink undergarments underneath. He turned, smiling at Harry, who looked at him with a mirrored smile.

“You look beautiful,” he said, placing a thick hand on the curve of Louis’s waist. But Louis’s eyes moved to where Harry’s other hand was moving to the tea plate next to him, procuring a thick pastry.

“Here,” Louis cooed, taking the pastry from between Harry’s fingers. “Let me.”

He climbed onto the bed, pushing himself into Harry’s plush side, and then held the pastry carefully and then pushed it to Harry’s lips. He giggled as he watched the king devour it, eating so quickly flecks of glazed sugar fell into his thick beard. Louis reached over Harry, grunting a little at the laborious task, and picking up another pastry, this one dripping in honey and covered in thinly sliced almonds.

“I missed you today, my gorgeous boy,” Louis smiled, giving Harry a kiss on the cheek as he fed him the second pastry. It disappeared into Harry’s eager mouth once more, and Louis kept his fingers held up to Harry’s lips, allowing the king to lick desperately at his fingers.

“I missed you too,” Harry sighed as he swallowed the last of the treat, nudging his cheek into Louis’s hand.

“I know,” Louis said. “But someone around here has to go pick out furniture for the parlor room. I mean, when was the last time you were even in there?”

“Dunno,” Harry scoffed. “Too far away.”

Louis sighed and shook his head, kissing his husband on the cheek. If there was one thing Harry disliked, it was moving from their very comfortable quarters to walk around the palace that was far too big and heard to navigate for his liking.

“One more treat for you,” Louis reprimanded him gently. “Dinner is coming soon.”

Harry grunted unhappily, but still perked up when Louis fetched a cherry pastry for him, soaked with thick, red syrup. By the time he was done eating it up, there was red stickiness trapped deeply in his beard. Louis smiled, licking his thumb and then swiping at his facial hair.

“What did you do today, darling?” Louis asked, and Harry sighed.

“I had to sign papers,” Harry said. “For – fuck, for something. Land treaties, I think.”

“Did you do that in the throne room?” Louis asked, despite already knowing the answer.

“No,” Harry scoffed. “I had them brought to me with my morning tea.”

“What was for tea?” Louis prompted, and Harry smiled.

“Black tea with four sugars,” he said. “Raspberry scones and butter.”

“How many scones did you have, darling?”

“Three.”

“Three?” Louis exclaimed. “My goodness, are you on a diet all of sudden?”

“I was a bit hungry after awhile,” Harry confessed. “I had them bring me some sandwiches before lunch.”

“That’s good, I would hate to think of you hungry when I couldn’t go order something for you,” Louis said. “Was lunch delicious?”

“Yes,” Harry smiled, his eyes dreamy. “I had potatoes, two big bowls, with gravy. Beans with pork. A plate of tomatoes with salt and oil…oh, and goat cheese.”

“My goodness,” Louis smiled, wrapping an arm around Harry’s immense waist. “How wonderfully you’ve eaten today, my love.”

He placed a hand on the plushness of Harry’s stomach, giving it a gentle rub and letting his fingers savor the feeling of soft, warm skin under his hand.

He remembered when he had first met Harry. Back then, he was just a teenager, the oldest child of a noble-ranking family with decent enough standing he could get an audience at all with the prince. But he had still braced himself for the worst. Most rumors about Harry were unflattering at best; he had racked up a reputation for being a spoiled brat. But Louis had liked him immediately, with his short, pin-tight curls, his soft, pink cheeks, and the small, round belly he had had in his younger days. They had gotten married in the spring, and every day since then, the two of them had led the happiest, easiest life they could ask for. Their kingdom was one of little conflict, and Harry had at best a passing interest in politics. His team of advisors helped him with most things, allowing his days to be free. And Louis had quickly found Harry’s favorite thing in the world was food, and soon after, he had found that to him, the most exotic sight in the world was watching Harry indulge in his pleasures.

After nearly a decade together, Harry was more than twice the size he had been when they had met, and Louis had filled many days by lying beside his husband, feeding him every bite of his meals, and stroking the beautiful rolls and curves of his body.

There was a knock at the chamber door that startled Louis out of his thoughts, and Louis perked his head up, giving Harry another bright smile.

“Dinner is here, my love,” Louis cooed. “Let me go fetch it.”

He crawled off the bed and went to the door, shooing away the servant that had brought it and instead wheeling in the dinner tray himself. Harry looked on with interest as Louis brought the tray, laden with gleaming cookery pots, over to Harry side of the bed. He leaned down, picking up the lid of one of the first pots.

“My goodness,” Louis said, “What do we have here?”

He lifted the lid of the pot, releasing a thick cloud of thick steam, and smiled at the creamy, bright red soup inside. He went to the next tray, finding a neat row of butter-yellow potatoes, sliced in neat, thin rows and covered in rosemary, and then to the final tray of a whole turkey, its skin crispy and covered in brown bubbles. In the lower shelf of the cart were two large bottles of wine stuck into ice buckets, and a small tower of pastel-iced cakes.

“Oh, this looks so delicious, my darling,” Louis smiled. “What would you like first?”

“Um,” Harry said, still blinking at the food. “The potatoes.”

“You just had potatoes for lunch,” Louis teased, although he was already getting two plates from the tray. He served up a small scoop for himself, and then scooped out nearly half the tray for Harry.

“I like potatoes,” Harry said simply, his lip pouting out in a way that made Louis coo again.

“I know, I know,” Louis said. “Who doesn’t?”

Louis balanced the two plates carefully as he climbed back onto the bed. He picked up a fork and delicately stabbed a potato on his own plate first, drawing little circles with it in the air before he pressed it between his lips.

“Oh, that’s delicious,” he said as he chewed, nodding his head happily. “Here.”

He picked up Harry’s plate, and the king eagerly turned to Louis, craning his head closer so Louis could push a big bite of potato between his lips. Harry happily chewed, closing his eyes.

“Good?” Louis asked, and Harry just moaned and nodded his head, making Louis laugh and lean over to pet Harry’s immense, soft belly.

“Good, good, you only deserve the best,” Louis said. “Another bite for me, come on.”

He gathered more potatoes onto the fork, and once again, Harry ate them happily. Between each bite, Louis rested a hand on his stomach, feeling the movement of his breath, appreciating the warmth of him. Harry’s own hand lifted up and covered Louis’s own, and Louis blushed at how big Harry’s hand was, how his thick fingers were weighted down by enormous jeweled rings on each finger that squeezed at his skin. Harry did not even dress most days, and yet he kept the rings on, which always drove Louis a little wild.

Harry finished up his plate of potatoes, and Louis gave him a kiss on his grease-covered lips.

“Soup next?” he asked, and Harry nodded.

Louis got up from the bed and found one of the big soup bowls on the tray, and filled it to the brim with steaming soup. He blew on it a few times, and then went back to the bed, but instead of lying next to Harry, he sat atop his belly, letting his legs hang over the sides of him. Harry’s eyes widened as he looked at him, and Louis just smiled as he brought the bowl forward.

“Careful,” he said, and then set the lip of the bowl against Harry’s lips and titled it back, allowing the soup to pour directly into his mouth. The king sighed and closed his eyes as he drank, soup already gathering on his beard as he did.

“I hope it’s good,” Louis said. “I don’t think I’ll be having any. I know the kitchen makes it with heavy cream, and I’m trying to keep my figure.”

Harry grunted and kept drinking, bringing up one of his paw-like hands to encircle Louis’s slender wrist as he drank. Louis could feel Harry under him, how his stomach expanded and contracted as he breathed and drank, how his stomach seemed to grow warmer as the hot soup came down into his belly. It only made Louis want to keep holding the bowl to his lips, and as long as he did that, Harry drank it down.

Eventually, the bowl was completely empty, and Louis pulled the bowl back. Harry huffed and hiccupped weakly, settling a hand on the side of his belly. Soup covered his lips and beard, and Louis got a napkin from the tray to clean it.

“Was it delicious?” he prompted, and Harry hiccupped again and nodded.

“Good,” Louis said. “How are you feeling? Full?”

“Uh,” Harry just. “Not really.”

“I don’t think you are either,” Louis agreed, and then bounced a bit on Harry’s belly, letting his hips ride back and forth. “You still feel so soft, lots of room in there.”

Harry sighed, his eyes particularly glazing over as he watched Louis.

“You really do look so beautiful,” he breathed out.

“Yeah?” Louis giggled, continuing to ride against Harry’s belly.

“That color looks gorgeous on you,” Harry set, and set a hand on Louis’s hips, over his pink, entirely lace underwear.

“Thank you, darling,” Louis smiled, and then leaned down to kiss Harry. “You look beautiful, too. More beautiful every day.”

He gave him a generous kiss on his plump lips, and then pulled back with a bright smile.

“Turkey next,” he said. “I’ll get you a drumstick, I know those are your favorites.”

He went for another plate, and pulled off the two rather enormous drumsticks before delivering it to Harry with a smile. He settled back into his place by Harry’s side, petting the soft rolls beside him, and then lifted the first drumstick to Harry’s mouth.

He indulged himself, watching Harry eat the turkey leg with his eyes closed and his cheeks ruddy, each bite so quick and yet so messy, getting grease and buttery glaze in his beard.

“So spoiled you are,” Louis sighed, kissing his cheek. “Have all the food you want and me to feed it to you, no other cares in the world…what a life you lead, my darling.”

He held the turkey to Harry’s lips and continued to pet his husband’s body, appreciating his big, soft arms, the swells of his soft chest, the curves of his thick legs that held up his round belly. It made him feel hot all over, and suddenly, he grabbed Harry’s hand, putting it over Louis’s own hand that was holding the meat up.

“Keep eating,” Louis said, his voice suddenly breathless. “I simply must have you right now.”

He heard Harry’s breath hitch, and the king gladly took the drumstick in both ring-covered hands. Louis crawled to the end of their enormous bed, and then settled himself between Harry’s wide, spread legs. He took a moment to lift Harry’s belly, feeling the weight of it, and then as soon as he saw Harry’s nestled, half-hard cock, he dove to cover it with his mouth.

Harry grunted over him, and still, Louis heard him eating his dinner, and it only made him flush all over. He could feel himself getting hard, but all he could focus on was feeling the weight of Harry in his mouth and also the weight of his belly pressed against his own forehead, the security of Harry’s legs surrounding him, and all while he knew Harry was enjoying his food, spoiling his body, doing what he loved most in the world.

Louis hollowed his cheeks tightly and sucked hard, moaning. He heard a clatter of a bone being thrown on a plate, and then Harry was eating the other drumstick, and all the while Louis kept sucking Harry’s cock, bobbing up and down, sighing into the taste and feel of it. He arched his back, ass high in the air, and he heard Harry moan, making Louis blush to his toes at the thought of Harry enjoying the sight of him so much.

When Harry came, Louis barely startled, inside hollowing his mouth even more to clean Harry’s cock entirely of his own release, swallowing tightly to get it down. When he popped his head up, he took in a long drink of air, his face on fire, and looked at his husband, who was just staring at him with wide eyes, a picked-clean bone in his hand.

They blinked at each other, and Harry looked to the bone and back to Louis.

“I – I finished,” he managed. “I’m…still hungry.”

Louis wasted no time in pouncing, laying himself out on Harry and grabbing his face and kissing him fiercely, tasting the grease of the turkey on his lips, which only made him moan.

When he pulled away, he leaned over, grabbing for the tray of cakes, and held them up. He pulled down the hem of his own underwear, showing his leaking cock, and then tugged on Harry’s hand, lifting it up.

“You get me off,” he said breathlessly, “And I will feed you cakes until you beg me for mercy.”

Immediately, Harry grabbed hold of Louis’s cock, and Louis picked up an icing-coated sweet and shoved it between Harry’s waiting lips.

——

A few weeks later and Louis was doing well with his new regimen, much to his own displeasure. Things went back to normal in the Styles- Tomlinson home, healthy food in every corner, early morning workouts together, and Louis weighing himself on his own in the bathroom with the door shut.

But Louis was itching for a return of excitement, kinky excitement. He longed for his belly to be filled and for Harry to take care of him and fuck him senseless. Lately everything had been very vanilla and Louis was bored out of his mind.

Stepping off the scale, Louis didn’t feel much proud to know he was 10 pounds down, meaning he was 20 pounds away from his “normal” weight. He sulked out of the bathroom and landed belly first on the bed.

“Hey sweetie, what’s going on.” Harry sat down next to him as he was pulling his socks on to get groceries.

“I’m hungry” Louis mumbled into the bed, his face still buried in the comforter.

“What was that?” Harry ran his fingers down Louis’ spine playfully.

“I said I’m hungry. I’m hungry and I’m so tired of this Harry.” Louis turned his head to the side and looked up at his boy.

“Oh sweetie I’m so sorry. I wish you didn’t have to do this so quickly or we could have some fun.” Harry was right, he didn’t have any time for fuck ups or accidental stuffings, the movie shoot being only 2 months away.

“Hmmf.” Louis huffed out and wrapped his body around Harry’s torso, clinging to him like a Koala.

——————

It was 2 in the morning and Louis couldn’t do it anymore. He was starving and his belly wouldn’t stop rumbling, there was no way he could sleep like this.

Deciding he would just go downstairs and drink some juice to settle his tummy, he pulled himself out of Harry’s embrace, lifting the younger boys hands off his tummy to slip out of bed.

Louis made his was to the kitchen, tip toeing to avoid the cold tiles on his feet.

Sure, Louis had only planned on drinking some juice, but when he opened the fridge he found Harry had been busy at the grocery store.

Ice cream had returned to the freezer, along with half of a cheese cake in the fridge freshly made and covered.

Louis looked in the cupboards and found he had also went out and bought him some of his favorite snacks, chips, those mini chocolate chip cooks, poptarts, even a bag of candy.

At that moment, Louis wasn’t thinking of the movie he had to shoot in 2 months, he was too focused on the hungry awakening at the bottom of his belly.

——

About an hour later Harry had flopped over to Louis’ side of the bed and realized it wasn’t warm, and it was empty. Meaning Louis must’ve left to pee awhile ago - maybe he wasn’t feeling well.

Harry got up and slipped a sweater over himself, the house always cold, and took a peak in the bathroom to find the light off and the door open.

Moving silently down the hall, his feet padding lightly on the carpet of the staircase, Harry knew immediately where he was going to find Louis if the dim light of the night time kitchen lights was any signal.

Harry crept into the kitchen, and to his surprise found Louis rubbing his belly slumped on the floor against the kitchen island. An empty bag of chips and box of poptarts strewn around him on the floor, clearly Louis must’ve been hungry.

“Here baby, let me help.” Harry sat down next to a surprised Louis and placed his large hand on his boy’s bloated belly.

“What are you doing down here in the middle of the night not waking me up?” Harry teased with a smile on his face “I would’ve made you something if you were that hungry silly.” Harry kissed Louis’ temple, the older boys cheeks flushing.

“I didn’t….I came down here for juice, but it seems like some bitch filled our house with a few things that weren’t on the grocery list.” Louis giggled and then regretted it, his belly protesting with the sudden movement.

“I didn’t even eat that much but I feel absolutely stuffed Harry.” Louis whined, stifling a burp with his hand. “My belly feels so tight” Louis huffed and set his own hand on top of Harry’s on his belly.

“I can see that baby, your poor tummy.” Harry leaned down and kissed the tortured skin.

Louis hiccuped and stifled another burp, the air shifting around in his abdomen.

“Mmmm, hey baby….” Louis blushed. 2 months be damned.

“Mhm” Harry was still trailing kisses along tanned skin.

“Can we….I mean it wouldn’t hurt to do this once, right?” Louis flushed even further if it was possible. Even when he was purposefully gaining weight it was always Harry initiating.

Harry’s head shot up, eyes wide and dark. “You think you have room for more in there? You look pretty full honey.” Harry rubbed along Louis’ lower belly, and Louis could feel himself getting hard.

“…yes. Yes please.”

Harry was up in a second, grabbing the cake from the fridge, and a spoon from the cupboard.

“Normally I would tell you to stop, but this time you tell me okay? We haven’t done this in a while and I don’t want you to get sick.” Harry smiled, kissing Louis’ still puffy cheek.

Louis smiled happily and accepted the cake, it was rich and sweet and oh how he missed the taste of sugar these last few weeks.

“Mmmm Harry this is really good.” Louis set a hand on his belly and slowly started rubbing it.

They were about 3/4’s of the way through the cake when Louis has to push Harry’s hand away.

“Can’t, belly hurts.” Louis said while trying to sit comfortably, his belly needing more room. He couldn’t settle on a position to get comfortable.

“Oh my poor baby, your belly feels so tight.” Harry was pulling Louis up to drag him to the couch in the next room.

“Mmm….I missed this.” Louis said settling a hand on the crest of his bloated belly. His stomach really ached but it wasn’t unwelcomed. It was familiar, comfortable.

Louis laid down on the couch with Harry against his side, rubbing soft circles into his hard tummy. Louis was absolutely packed full of food, in a sugary happy daze.

Reaching a hand down to push his boxers further down his waist to get the unwanted pressure off his own belly, Louis huffed as his tried to sit up under the heavy weight.

“Here baby, I got it.” Harry sat up and rolled the elastic down, seeing the red marks the tight fabric had left. Harry immediately began sucks and kissing against the red marks, Louis absolutely mesmerized by the feeling.

“Harry that feels so good.” Louis slipped out, both his hands gripping the bottom of his belly, giving it a small squeeze.