Harry Potter Weight Gain Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

She hoped that he could call her soon. The man moved over to the sink, and they were closing in on an hour of him being awake. She honestly couldn’t see the same man standing there. He’d put on substantial weight, which told her this had to be some powerful kind of magic he was under. What was happening to him was simply impossible in the real world. Nothing and no one put on muscle weight, or even weight in the magnitude that he was in an hour. There was defined muscle over his chest and abdomen now. His arms were thicker and she was assuming so were his legs, but she couldn’t see over the counter as she was at the kitchen table.

I don't need to wear thick clothes because it's cold, nor do I need to bring a parasol because of the sun's sizzling hot Today, I will practice controlling wind magic particles so that I can fly using a broom-like in the Harry Potter movies. And at the same time, I'll search two wandering fairies who didn't report the progress of the task I gave them the other day and only ate blind salaries! Anyway, I was just thinking how pleasant this moment is, until, Hayden came to have breakfast together! 'Unlucky. Why does he want to have breakfast together after we often eat dinner together?'

His presence has always filled the room in ways that other men can't match, commanding attention without effort. When I look into his eyes now, there's something wild flickering in those blue-grey depths, his pupils dilating slightly as if something dangerous is struggling to break free. It's the same intensity that used to make me feel both safe and slightly breathless, like being in the presence of something magnificent and barely contained. "Thanks, Freckles," he says with a slight wink that makes my stomach flip. "Mommy always says drinking water keeps me healthy!" Harry pipes up between gulps.

Chase her dreams without someone pulling her strings again. But now? Now the fucker's sniffing around, trying to find a way back in. Hell no. You ruined your shit, Adam, you don't get another one. Hermione sighs beside me, dragging me back. “He looked different today,” she says suddenly. “Different?” “Yeah…Adam. He looked a bit lean. That's not his usual weight,” she says, and I'm somehow worried she even cares. “But yeah…He could shrink some more, I don't give a flying fuck.”

I swallowed hard—my body was screaming how much I wanted him. When he dropped his pants, the bulge in his boxers was impossible to miss. But when he peeled them off, my eyes widened at what sprang free. “Does that thing get thicker when you gain weight? Or are you using something? Because if that goes in me, I’m heading straight to the grave. That’s a fact.” He grinned, clearly amused. “Maybe a little weight gain, my little dragon,” he said. “A little? It’s as thick as my arm!”

I wanted nothing more than to lose weight, to be thinner just so I could earn his approval. Alas, he had never once felt sorry for me. If anything, the more desperate I became, the crueler he got. Talia Cross sat on the couch, eating the imported fruit I'd bought, looking far too entertained by all of it. "Seriously, Elise, it's not just your double chin anymore. Your stomach's gotten huge, too. At this point, Damian would probably crumple if you punched him." She paused on purpose, her eyes gleaming with mockery.

Harry replied, distractedly. Ria frowned, noticing that Harry's gaze kept wandering to the table across from them. She followed his line of sight and saw a stunning girl sitting with a handsome man. Ria couldn't help but wonder if Harry was attracted to this girl. Though she was beautiful, she seemed simple compared to Ria, who was dressed in a deep-necked tight shirt and jeans, her makeup perfectly done to turn heads.

I groaned in pain, gasping, realizing the cost of forbidden magic—my life force was being drained! “I won't die here!” I roared, shaking my head and calling to my inner wolf. “We won't die!” Roaring in my mind, I felt her fiercer. Our strength seemed to have increased, along with the magic—both walking hand in hand. I felt tremors throughout my body until my fangs became more prominent. “Look who's irritated the little wolf...” Harry mocked. “Hurry up with this; the hurricane is close!” Henry warned, looking toward the approaching storm.

She was confused. Harry turned back. He strode to his locker and his eyes moved around the designers watch there. “Isn’t it strange that I’m the person you called for help? What if all this is just an act and your objective is to be with me? Hence you aren’t serious with gyming so you could have more time here in my house.” He said. Zara scoffed, unable to believe his assumptions. “How does that make sense?” “It makes sense.” He turned to her after putting on the watch on his wrist. “If you don’t lose weight, I won’t proceed with the wedding plans and if we don’t proceed on time, you’ll have enough time to stay here.” He explained further.

Ernest looks at him with admiration, he knew the capabilities of his boss, and how strong he had been although he appeared otherwise. “You're telling me because you're my friend”Harry walks over to the large mirror he had in his living room and looks at himself, he's too handsome a man, his curly black hair is perfectly manicured, his face is made up of a thin chin, his green eyes match the pale tone of his skin, and the last few years of rehabilitation in the gym had made his muscles stand out over his clothes, but Harry hated the fact that he didn't have a leg and that he didn't have his family, there were things that money couldn't buy, he would have given anything in the world to have hi