Zayn didn't let these thoughts put him down, and moved, grabbing his room key card and heading to a special room Lou Teasdale had booked in the hotel in order to style them.
In there, he found Louis and Harry sitting on the couch, smiling and chatting up, Niall in the back getting his hair done, and Liam walking around shirtless, as if he was showing off his perfect abs or something, It's not like I'm jealous of him, Zayn thought, then sucked his newly plump tummy in as Lou called him, "C'mon Zayn, get your clothes off so I can dress you," the rest of the boys had already been dressed, and Zayn had already eaten too many burgers that his tummy was hurting from sucking it that much, he needed to let his belly go.
When she finally dressed him, the trousers were so tight that cut in his bloated gut so much, he had to excuse himself to the bathroom just before they left. When he got in, he instantly unbuttoned his trousers, his belly springing free; it was red and bloated, and Zayn began rubbing it to make himself feel better, I've gained weight, he told himself, but I do like this feeling, I like my belly like this, and I like food.
When they arrived to the formal event, Zayn was the first one to notice that it had a buffet full of food and goodies. His mouth salivated as he thought of all this food in his gut, swallowing everything one by one and feeling so filled up, so full -
He moves to the buffet and grabs a big plate, then starts piling it up with every sort of food he can find. After all, it won't be his first and only plate. There's all sorts of fattening foods, desserts, fried chicken, everything that gets Zayn's plump gut rumbling.
And so Zayn eats and eats and eats, and soon there is second and third and fourth plate, "Woah, Zayn I've never seen you eat so much in my life!" Niall laughs at some point, "You've eaten way more than me," and it's true, because Zayn is finishing his fourth plate and is thinking about getting a fifth, and the rest of the boys haven't even finished their first one. When he looks down, he sees just how bloated his gut really is. The big belly is straining against the buttons of his shirt, threatening to split them open; his trousers feel suffocatingly tight, but Zayn only wants more.
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