99 Novel(s) Related To Male Weight Gain Stories

I saw his white and even teeth. "Yes. You can't believe it, am I right? When I started going to the gym, my weight reached 200 kilograms. Diligence, perseverance, and determination are my motivation to achieve this body." "How many years before you achieved your muscular body? I mean, you’re so sexy. Your waistline is about the size of my leg." "One year. I used the hurtful words I heard from other people to try to lose weight." "This woman in the picture, what happened to her?" I asked because she didn’t have a picture of the after.

Cold sweat soaked my spine. "Caution. Core temperature increase detected. Cause assessment—thermogenesis induced by unauthorized caloric intake." Another surge of electricity hit me. I spasmed and curled in on myself. Why did the red light go off even when I was trying so hard? I stared at the swollen back of my hand in despair. When I pressed it, a deep dent stayed, refusing to spring back. Mom was right. I was a monster, one who gained weight even from drinking water alone. No matter how hard I tried, it never came off.

He said to me. “How? I am not gaining weight,” It was true because no matter what I eat I do not gain weight. “I'm going to get you pregnant.” I laughed when he said that. His mouth is so vulgar but nuh ah, that won’t work on me either. “Haha hubby, even if you impregnate me now, I will not gain weight. When I got the twins pregnant, I was still sexy, ask mom.” I said to him while he’s still putting sunblock at my back.

“Or do you just not care because you’ve never had to control yourself?” “I’ll clean it,” I say quickly. “I’ll make more.” He laughs. Short. Ugly. “Make more?” His eyes drag over me, slow and deliberate. “You’ve already had plenty, haven’t you?” My face burns. I stare at the floor. At the sauce spreading between the cracks. “You know what people see when they look at you?” he continues. “They see a fat girl who doesn’t know when to stop. Eating. Standing. Existing. Just too much.”

Miss Bandit, did you gain weight? Bang! A loud sound came from the study, and Vermont quickly added, "Did you gain weight? The gym is having a promotion right now. They're giving a buy-one-free-one package for whoever has a body fat of more than twenty-four percent. If you're a little fatter, we could've signed up for it together." The next second, Felicity's voice came fiercely from the study. "You should eat more and gain thirty pounds to sign up for it yourself!" "Sure."

the man continues, his voice softening. "But she gained over a hundred kilograms after the birth of our third child. I’ll admit... I was very unhappy about it at first. Nothing we tried was able to make her lose the weight.” I collect the bag from the counter, half-listening to him as I withdraw my phone, ready to walk out the door. “Then I saw this clip online,” the man says, his tone turning incredibly earnest.

"There's no one like you… Come on, stop playing. The outsider's looking." Not only is the man not ashamed, but he also reaches out to pull her closer. "What's the problem with them? I hug my wife's waist, what does that have to do with them? Your waist is bigger, so you must stretch out your wedding dress." The weight gain concern is solved, causing no stir. But neither of them expected a big wave to come slowly.

I ordered. She nodded before climbing the stairs and disappearing out of my sight. "It appears your Lila is under a lot of stress, which is why she can't gain weight the way you want her to. But you can't make people gain weight by forcing them to eat," Rhodes said as he dropped the notes he was writing. "Yes, you absolutely can," I argued. It was basic mathematics. One plus one equals two. You eat more, you gain weight. You don't eat, you lose weight. Everyone knows that.

Denny’s eyes widened as he asked with a face that said like “I told you so!” “I haven’t noticed. And my weight had never increased, so it never came to my mind,” Aleah’s hands flew to cup her chin in disbelief. “It turned out you were eating for three. How could you gain weight?” Denny grinned widely, but his silent smile turned boisterously loud. “Oh my god!” Aleah covered her face, abashed.

One year later I have been living in Congo for a year now and how can I tell you that I have become fat!! I have flesh as koko Grandma would say, no longer seriously I gained weight but on the hips, thighs and chest I do not understand, koko Grandma says that a woman's body is a secret that no one does not know how to remedy it, I have big plays now to say true I am not full! It's always better than being a skeleton!

I don't know how he will react, if he will be angry, or if he will be fine. I sighed and stood up. I don't want to stay here any longer because I might see someone else pass by here. I walked quite a bit. My body has also gained weight because I have been eating a lot and I haven't been able to exercise properly so I have gained a bit of weight. But I know that pregnant women gain weight. Others don't, but most a woman will gain weight during pregnancy.

I only listened to him ramble on and on, before I asked, "Were you the one who drugged me?" During my last checkup, the doctor explained that the reason I had gained weight in the past was due to being injected with hormones, which made it impossible for me to lose weight, no matter what I did. That was the main reason why it became significantly easier for me to slim down once I left that house.

A long silence stretched out for a few minutes and Adrian gave him time to think it through. "Well, one time, I gained so much weight and I was self-conscious about that until I started going to the gym almost every day but apart from that, I have always loved my body, I look at myself in the mirror and I am pleased with what I see and I would never want to change from being a man to a woman. No, I don't see that happening, not even a thought." He replied.

Just held mine, quietly, like he meant every word and didn’t care how insane it sounded. He continued. “You don’t have to change anything. We all have different body types. I eat a lot but I don’t gain weight. So why punish yourself?” “You’re just saying that because you don’t want to hurt my feelings. I just want to lose weight. It’s my choice.” I scoffed, my eyes watery now. He sighed. “If you are so eager to lose weight, there are other ways than starving yourself. Besides, there are many men who like their women chubby.”

"Looks like you've gained quite a bit of weight since your last appointment." "Excuse me?" I'm freaking pregnant, what else is supposed to happen? "You're young, though, so I guess you aren't worried about your figure." He mumbles something about my metabolism slowing down, and anger makes my cheeks flush. "Oh well," he says as he walks around to where my knees are firmly pressed together. "Now if you'll just relax we can go ahead and get started. We can discuss the weight gain after."

He knew exactly what had happened in the hallway, and he knew exactly what his father had whispered in my ear. "Thank you for a lovely meal, Mrs. Gable," Arthur said as the housekeeper placed a steaming plate of filet mignon in front of him. He finally looked up, his icy gaze sweeping over me. "Eat, Roxy. You’re far too thin, and I won’t have my wife’s daughter looking frail in my house." I almost choked on my own spit. *Too thin?* I was literally spilling out of my dress, my heavy breasts resting against the edge of the table, my thick thighs pressing together under the wood.

I stood in the grand lobby of Davian Group of Companies, holding a thermal container filled with warm ginseng soup. This company was our baby — David and I built it from scratch ten years ago. We named it Davian by combining our names. Looking at how far we had come should have made me proud, but today I just felt nervous. I had gained a lot of weight after our four children. I used to be slim and beautiful when we got married, but life changed me. I was now down from 180 pounds to 160 after joining the gym a month ago. I wanted to surprise David and show him I was trying.

"But I want to talk about your weight and the shortness of breath you've been experiencing." I felt my body tense up. "Is something wrong, Doctor?" Dr. Evans sighed. "Your weight gain is a little faster than expected. Two kilograms in a short time is quite significant. And the shortness of breath you're experiencing could be a sign that your body is having difficulty adjusting to these changes." I felt tears welling up in my eyes. "So I am too fat? Am I endangering my baby?"

Mary protested, but I ignored her. "You are eating anyway. Dr. Whitford said you need to gain weight before the assault. You cannot fight effectively when you are malnourished." "I am not malnourished. I am just not as heavy as I used to be." "Mary, you have lost twenty pounds. I can count your ribs. That is not healthy." She looked away, and I knew I had hit a nerve. The physical changes from Montana bothered her even if she tried to pretend they did not.

“Your weight is lower than last week. I thought you were steadily gaining weight.” The doctor brought up Mitch’s weight as soon as she saw him. Then she quickly flipped through the results of the various tests he’d undergone and read them. He could vaguely sense her holding back a sigh. He unconsciously shrank back. Mitch sat stiffly, waiting for the doctor’s next words. “You really need to gain weight at this point…. It’s not easy, is it?” “…….” He had nothing to say. He hadn’t been sleeping or eating properly for the past few days, and his weight had dropped like a rock. He had his reasons for the stress, but they were just excuses. Managing his health was entirely his responsibility.