Harry Potter Weight Gain Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

She was still giggling. My mom rolled her eyes but was smirking. Hector was chucking. “She’s got a point, Bryan.” “Don’t make me regret going along with this plan. It’s been three months!” “What the hell is it?” I broke their banter, nearly growling. Hector smiled. “It’s a weight gain powder. It’s like the ones that the weight lifters use when they need to ‘gain mass’. Except this is a special blend that Auri’s dad gets us.”

I shake my head- I am not going to let her foolish words bother me Soon we got home and … Harry, that sentimental fool, rushes toward Alora like a moth to flame. The guards try to stop him - they know better than to let anyone near those silver chains - it is highly refined silver that even I cannot afford to touch my skin. But Harry pushes through the guard with a strength I didn't think he still possessed even after his wolf has been lost "My little girl," he almost cries- eww, pathetic.

She nodded and we started eating but then the canteen got crowded with whispers. Harry is with a girl and he’s arms around her shoulder. Wow, so he’s a playboy now? That girl is not the girl yesterday. I shook my head and continue eating, I just got my heart broken again. I’m getting curious and I want to know everything about him suddenly, I’m not really this curious at him before, I just like him and I admire him but now I’m getting curious and I think I just found a way to know him more. I smile as I think about my great idea.

he replies. I snort at him. “Tell me about it. Been there. Done that. Avoided the repeat,” I inform him. “I remember,” he rasps. “Did that turn you on?” I ask him, biting my lower lip. “Just the thought of you committing violence makes me hard, princess. Well, just thinking about your sexy body turns on,” he purrs. I sign feeling not sexy at all. “I’m getting fat,” I grumble. “So? You’re pregnant and eating for two now. Weight gain is bound to happen,” he states.

My hips, curves, and bustline have become more pronounced, giving me a more voluptuous figure. I'm not sure what's causing these changes – is it the emergence of my wolf or the fact that I'm eating more than I ever have in my life? My days are filled with nothing but eating and sleeping, with an emphasis on consuming copious amounts of food. It's as if they're trying to fatten me up like a Thanksgiving turkey. And, well, considering I'll be "sacrificed" in three months to revive Damian's deceased witch lover, it's likely that's exactly what they're doing.

I fanned my hands in front of my face. Sarah giggled softly. “There's some truth to what you're saying. No wonder I get so hot in here.” “I don't count as one of those hot guys.” Harry pointed at himself with a big smile. Sarah and I looked at each other before we burst out laughing. Physically, Harry was fit and tall. He has a sweet face that can make him ogle at girls. Plus, Harry is typical boyfriend material who will focus his attention on the girl he likes. How could I know?

“Lena? How did you get in?” Then I suddenly noticed her bruised, purplish knees, and my expression tightened. “You climbed over the main gate to get into my house? Are you out of your mind?” The person who had remained silent just stared straight at me before abruptly speaking. “Harry, you’ve lost weight.” I had no idea what she wanted with that baffling small talk, so I turned around and was about to leave. But she suddenly lunged forward and hugged me. I flung her off and wiped my arm in disgust.

"Bring him home sometime. You speak so highly of him. I would like to meet him." * * * "Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

Since she was now part of our (broken) family, we might as well air our dirty laundry in front of her. “There’s a lot more you didn’t tell her, Harry. Like the fact that this ‘Shakespearean’ is the one behind your company’s growth strategies, including drawing the winning machine model for your much celebrated Harper deal,” I raked at Harry. Cassy replied instead. “Oh please, Sienna. Maybe you should have focused on strategizing a way to lose all that weight. Harry said you got fat.” “Now that’s a lie.” I said it before I could stop myself but I believed it. Harry had never mentioned anything about my weight to me. And I didn’t get fat. Of course, I wasn’t still a size 4 like when I married