Ethan Klein Weight Loss Novels & Stories

Stanley West, whose family ran the powerhouse West Energy Group nationwide, six-foot-three, built like a tank, and a straight-up player through and through. Carson Powell, golden boy of a top-tier auto empire, six-foot-three, mixed-race features, steady as they come. When Ethan stepped into view. Kevin shot up from the sofa like a rocket, lunging over to grab his face. "Whoa, you're actually alive? Let me check if this is some plastic surgery imposter." Ethan's brow furrowed, and he snapped Kevin's wrist in a lock, twisting it back hard enough to nearly slam him into the coffee table.

Then, they dropped their pants. My eyes widened. The sight of three fully erect, thick dicks was breathtaking. They were massive, pulsing, and impossibly hard...far bigger than anything I’d ever even seen in a picture. Kian’s was perhaps the thickest, Damon’s the longest, and Ethan’s, even with his corporate demeanor, was a perfectly curved, dark piece of meat. Ethan stepped toward me, grabbing my chin roughly. "You’ve got a lot of work to do, girl. Get on your knees."

She held her head high arrogantly, looking at me provocatively while stuffing various high-calorie foods into her mouth. "Did you run around for nothing again, Dakota?" she taunted. Jonah looked at me with disdain and openly fed Freya right in front of me. "With the way you look right now, you should just give up on trying. You're never going to lose all that weight!" I knew then that all those gyms and weight-loss centers rejecting me were their doing. But I didn't care. Their smug, triumphant smiles weren't going to last very long. …

“You think he shows up just to memorize formulas?” I froze. “He?” And before she could answer me, the door was pushed open and there he was. Ethan. Our teaching assistant. He looked so hot that my mouth fell open. He was not supposed to look like that. TA’s were supposed to look nerdy, one of those akward and clumsy graduates who walked around with coffee stains on their shirts. But Ethan?… he was nothing close to that. He looked like he had just stepped out of a forbidden catalog. He was tall, lean, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, he had veins in his forearms, and I swear, all this sexiness should be considered illegal.

To my utter astonishment, It was Ethan. “Why did it have to be today of all days??” he yelled, sounding furious. “Do me a favor and ensure she doesn't get in here.” After a brief pause, “Oh, I’m not sure if she’ll make it here, but if she does, just don’t allow any fat girl to enter. Yes, she’s fat and has acne covering her face. Oh, it’s been 4 years, so maybe her acne is gone. Anyway, just make sure no unattractive, fat girl gets in, and by the way, she wears glasses, okay??” Ethan said before ending the call.

I asked. “How do you mean?” Ethan raised the tempo of the treadmill to a fast walk. We both know he didn’t need to push himself right away. This was an optional workout after all. But as I eyed his profile from the side, workout clothes tight to his chest and warms, I realized the humbling reality that he was so much smaller than he had been. He had lost weight in the infirmary. I had seen that in his face as I visited him day after day when he was in the coma. But this was different. His muscles, his frame seemed… larger? But how could he look broader and smaller at the same time? I shook my head. It really had been a long night. “Emotionally. Physically. Romantically.” I said the last word

Samantha's lips formed into an 'O', silently whistling at the sight of Ethan coming out of the lanai area. He had nothing but his Calvin Klein swim shorts and held a shirt in his hand. Her eyes shifted to another side of the pool area, thinking, 'Damn. Did he do that on purpose?' She had never seen a man with such a small waist in her life. It was perfect for touching! Ethan was not a big muscle-man kind of guy, but he had a well-defined torso. He formed just enough abs on his abdomen to keep him lean and stunning looking. He had just enough muscles in his biceps and on his long legs.

I walked past them as I opened the door to Jason's bedroom. Ethan helped Jason sit on the bed as he stepped back panting heavily. "Dude! You weigh like tons!" Ethan complained and I smiled at Ethan who looked all tired as if he was carrying a mountain. I don't blame him though. Jason was probably 6'2 all muscles. He must be damn heavy. I noticed as they looked at each other for a moment. I wondered if they were mind-linking and then the next second Ethan spoke up and left saying he had something to do.

teasing his friend was a pastime he enjoyed. Gaius chuckled “hahaha, too much wine and junk food is to blame.” “And I was thinking of treating you to some fries and hamburger.” Ethan pouted. “Who says I can't have some. Two weeks of torture in the gym and I will be brand new.” Ethan did not argue with his friend's statement, he had always had it easy with getting fit without trying much. “Let's go then, am famished." Making their way to the elevator, Gaius stopped to say hi or flirt with some female staff.

I reached out to lift a fork with food but Ethan rejected, insisting he can feed the both of us. “Love, eat up. you need to add a little weight” Ethan teased. I felt a bit offended and pouted my lips. Ethan looked at me and found it hilarious as he let out a loud laughter. I don't need to get fat, I have all the feminine features in the right proportion and besides, I am blessed with a body that can allow me to eat whatever i want without getting fat. “You are beautiful the way you are” Ethan whispered to my ears as he urged me to open my mouth