Jason Todd Weight Novels & Stories

My boyfriend, Jason Miller, kept going, his voice full of contempt. “Can you stop eating already? You’ve got a double chin now. You look like a pig. And you seriously think I’m supposed to propose to you looking like that? “I’m telling you right now, if you don’t get down to 100 pounds, forget about marriage.” I looked at myself in the mirror, still trying to steady myself after the shock of hearing a cat’s thoughts. I was five foot six and weighed a hundred and twenty-one pounds. That was a perfectly healthy, normal weight. But the way Jason talked, you’d think I was huge.

he asked his own breathing a little erratic. "I feel fat, my ankles have turned to cankles and I feel supremely unattractive," Jason said, a look that said it was an unfamiliar feeling to him on his face. "Apart from that, excellent," he said, smiling when Sebestian laughed. "Are you going to introduce us to your mate?" he asked, eyeing the other Omega.

okay, don’t cry, he hugged her. Friday Party Day… "Tod, hurry up, I want to see her already!" She stepped out, and Jason just stopped dead. "Whoa," he muttered, fumbling for his phone. "Hold on, I need evidence of this moment." He snapped a few pictures while she rolled her eyes, cheeks flushing. "You look like you walked straight out of Vogue," Tod said, crossing his arms. "Nope, I’m not letting her go. Jason, back me up here. Our girl’s all grown up."

Jason Jason stood in the communal shower, water cascading over his tan, muscular frame. His body was a vision of strength and athleticism, tall and broad-shouldered, with every muscle clearly defined from hours in the gym. His short, dark hair clung to his head, droplets trailing down his neck and across his toned chest, highlighting the veins along his arms. The light glistened off his smooth, wet skin, making his already imposing physique even more striking.

A small metal cot was bolted directly to the floorboards in the center. Jason was lying on the mattress. He was wearing an old, oversized gray fleece that looked large on his thin frame, his long legs drawn up slightly toward his stomach. His skin was the color of old paper, the dark circles under his eyes so deep they looked like bruises under the blue-tinted light. His eyes were wide open, staring fixedly at the rusted rivet on the ceiling panel, his fingers twitching in a slow, rhythmic pattern against the wool of his blanket.

Jason asked, stepping out from the kitchen with a Tupperware filled with cooked chicken. "Fuck me, your big bastard!" James inhaled, stepping back to look at Jason, who towered over his 6"1 slim frame. Taking in a heavy sigh, I let the two of them say their hellos since they had yet to meet. James had arrived half an hour ago and had pretty much been glued to my side. While Jason had made himself scarce, giving the pack their privacy to bury their dead.

“Wow. Stalker much?” It was none other than Jalen Todd. Of course it was. And of course, it had to be that picture. The “skinny bikini” one. Nia tilted her head. “At the time… how much weight had you lost?” “About a hundred twelve pounds,” I said. “But I got too thin.” “Damn right,” Nia said. “You were bones, boobs, and ass.” We all cracked up, the kids oblivious to the conversation, still happily eating.

I responded with a small smile. "I thought you were kidding when you said you were going to kidnap her," Jason said. I turned to look at him and noticed how much he had changed over the years. Gone was the teenage boy who broke my heart. His short, light brown hair was shaved neatly at each side, and his nose was pierced, bringing out his handsome features and making him more sexy but not as sexy as Sin. He had tattoos on his hand, arm, and chest, from what I could see.

she was getting all choked up, but Todd was amused. Jason Williams, the grandson of the retired general of air force, wished he could kick Todd. "get out of here, we are here for Raymond. why did you bring her here? seemingly, the girl was derived and not welcomed but she still swallowed Down the wine, not revealing any rage. then she lean in Todd arms as if she was boneless.

Jason told me he also felt this way too when he first shifted, but he says I'll grow used to it all soon. Jason looks over at me as I walk out the door. I look at his shirtless body as he pulls his shirt off, throwing it onto the ground. I've seen him shirtless many many times now, but sometimes it still amazes me at how perfectly toned and sculpted his body is. "We'll start with sparring." He says.