Ethan Klein Weight Loss Novels & Stories

Returning from Eliza’s, Ethan drove Seraphina and her family to the restaurant. Later that night, back home, Ethan rubbed his stomach and teased Seraphina. “Seraphina, I’ve gained fifteen pounds over the past few months. We eat the same meals, so why does it look like you’ve slimmed down while I’m packing on the weight? Did you secretly give me all your extra pounds?” Seraphina reached over and patted his belly. “It’s true! There’s definitely a lot more padding here.” Ethan grinned and pulled Seraphina into his arms.

I walked into the kitchen and froze. Ethan stood at the counter, shirtless, back to me, muscles shifting under tanned skin as he reached for a glass in the cabinet. Low-slung gray sweatpants hung dangerously low on his hips, the waistband of his boxers visible. Sweat glistened along his spine from what must have been a recent workout. His shoulders were broad, arms cut from years of sports, and when he turned slightly, the V-line disappearing into his pants made my mouth go dry. Fuck.

"Just you wait. I'm going to outdrink you tonight!" "Just make sure you don't get chewed out by your wife when you get home," Ethan warned. "Hey, you're not one to talk! Isn't Mais going to chew you out too when you get home?" Ethan's smile faltered. "Come on. Sit down. You're like 200 pounds. You're heavy." As Bret flopped onto the couch, he complained, "I don't weigh 200 pounds! You're exaggerating. Ethan, you'd better be nice to me, or else, Mais will leave you. And I'm not stepping in to help you out."

Geez, Ethan, way to suck the fun out of food! — Fast forward two months, and I've been exercising with Ethan this whole time. It's probably the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. But hey, this exercise and diet thing? It actually works! I'm down to 230 pounds now. I feel like a pro when I'm working out.

What he didn't notice was that the lively and enthusiastic crowd below had suddenly gone quiet because of his appearance, and only a few kinds but forced applauses could be heard sporadically. "Hello, everyone! I'm your Ethan, please call me Big E! It's been a few days, and I can see that some friends have 'grown twice as large'. I've also been thinking about losing weight, so I went to the hospital, and who knew the doctor was a beautiful woman? She looked at me and said, 'You want to lose weight? It's simple, just amputate a limb!'" Ethan paused deliberately at this point, but the expected laughter from the audience did not follow.

But he cared less, he liked it and that's all that mattered. "You are small" Ethan uttered while ogling at her diminutive figure with eagle eyes. She is really small compared to him. A cute and beautiful girl with 40 pounds and 166 cm height. On the other side he's giant, with a body and height like Thor. He can easily break her by a simple hug. Her soft bones will crash with his simple grip. If she can't handle a simple jerk then how will she manage him in his bed? When he pounds on her like an animal?

If he was conscious, it would really be an awkward or a sensual moment. I lift Ethan’s weightless body and walk towards the lift. I wonder if he takes full meals, a nutritious diet as he is really skinny, short, and light in weight. His hands and waist are soft with no muscles, a man’s body should be strongly built and hardy. Whereas Ethan is tiny than she-wolves in my pack. We reach my penthouse, I keep Ethan slowly on my couch in the living room. His clothes are all wet and suddenly I remember about his injuries. Chlorine can infect or could make his injuries burn.

“Yo, what’s good?” The voice snapped him out of his trance. Kaplan blinked up at Ethan, his roommate, who leaned casually against the doorframe, a half-empty backpack slung over one shoulder. Ethan’s hair was perpetually messy, a streak of grease on his sleeve from whatever project he’d been tinkering with in the lab. In contrast to Kaplan’s still, introspective energy, Ethan radiated motion — a man on a mission, even in casual idleness. Kaplan forced a smile. “Hey… just thinking.”

The audacity of this man to act like a jealous husband when he fucked a woman behind my back. The premiere started and the cameras were rolling, so I maintained a smile on my face. Once again, everyone was introduced and we had to introduce ourselves one by one. I clapped when Ethan took the mic and wow, he had a really big glow up. He was a little scrawny when we were dating, but he had a body that everyone would go gaga for. "The name is Ethan Kingston and I am the owner of END Network..." He started and I gasped a little, his next words passing my ears. END Network as in Shine Network's rival? Wow!

I haven't eaten anything since my indoor activities started and it's choosing now to disgrace me all day. "You're starving!" Ethan gasped and Tyson felt embarrassed. I just wanted to die. "I'm watching my weight" I lied. "Yeah, heavyweight skeleton right? What the Fuck!! Does the Mudville pack neglect their responsibilities that they even let her choose when and where not to eat?" "Why are you yelling? I said I'm fine! I'll leave now so I'll have something." I took a quick step but he held my hand fiercely. "Don't you dare! So you could watch your weight right?" He turned to his men and ordered them to get different types of meal and he specified on vegetables and eggs.