Kyle Rittenhouse Weight Gain Novels & Stories

I was still wearing my boots, but that was all I had on, and I was amazed at the confidence that now rushed through my veins, Kyle did, indeed, have a large tattoo running from his wrist nearly to the top of his shoulder, swirling about in a design that only made him appear all the more intriguing. His body was truly a sight to behold; his arms were even more muscular than I had thought they were going to be, having been hidden under the sleeves of his suit; his abs were lean and defined, and his chest was firm and strongly built. The sight of him was so impressive it almost made me insecure about my own body.

“Your Dad and I didn’t want to wake because we both know that you haven’t been sleeping very well. Just let me have a quick shower and we’ll go meet up with your Dad.” I watched as Kyle climbed from the bed he had on a pair of sleep shorts and one of those hospital gowns that opened in the back but he was wearing it backwards so that they had better access to his shoulder. I thought people were supposed to look weaker after an injury and spending time in a hospital bed. But this man I think has gotten bigger. His muscles are more defined. His shoulders seem wider and even his… I turned around quickly so that he wouldn’t see the red that was most likely creeping onto my cheeks. Shit, I think

His dark eyes narrowed slightly as he asked with a smile, “In all the years you’ve known me, have you ever seen me fat?” I choked, instinctively glancing at his physique. Everett’s body was exceptionally well-maintained for a man. Lean in clothes, muscular when undressed… and all those muscles were in the right places. Not an ounce of excess fat existed anywhere on him. A physique like that could never possibly be prone to weight gain. We chatted aimlessly for a while about our daughter’s weight. Angel grew sleepy, so Everett carried her next door to tuck her in. I lay on the bed, about to check T*****r, when Alex’s call came through.

Rex commanded, pointing to the raised section of the floor where the heavy lifters practiced. Kyle walked over, his heart pounding. Rex was waiting for him, holding a leather weightlifting belt. "Strip," Rex ordered. Kyle pulled his t-shirt over his head, revealing his lean, developing torso. He kicked off his shoes and peeled off his socks. He hesitated, his hands on the waistband of his shorts. "Now, boy," Rex's voice was like a whip. Kyle shoved his shorts and his jockstrap down, his half-hard cock springing free. He stood naked under the bright gym lights, feeling more exposed than he had ever felt in his life.

he insisted. I sighed before giving in by taking it into my mouth. “It’s yummy, right?” I nodded to his question, still chewing by staring at him. Kyle happily returned to his devouring session. I can’t believe this was the same guy who used to bring a tiffin full of vegetables to lunch, obviously following a strict diet set by his father to stay healthy and athletic to maintain his body. I’ve seen him excel in sports but had always managed to catch a grave expression even after securing first place. I’m surprised to see this carefree side of his yet exultant that he’s free from all those restrictions now.

The expanse of his muscles underneath flashed taunting me, knowing I couldn't touch. I have a husband, I reminded myself. I'm just curious because I've never seen muscle on a man before. Kenny was a skinny man until he wasn't which was when he joined the force. Now he was bigger with no muscles and a beer belly. I wasn't turned off by my husband, pre se, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't want him to look fit. Regardless I loved him for it, it's not as if I'm rocking in the weight department. Kenny always told me how I was eating too much or gaining weight. I've tried many diets to keep him satisfied but kept having to stop as they were taking a toll on my body.

From his large body, to the veins that popped from his passion, I couldn't believe such a large thing was inside of me. Shakily, I tried to hide myself, but he grabbed my wrist. On his knees, I saw his muscles clench, his abdomen tight and rigid with eight lines that dove into a sharp v on his hips. I gulped at his proud cock, standing at attention and ready for her again. Arthur and Brett had left the room, feeling too sticky to take a bath, but Kyle, he was going nowhere, his wicked smile told me so. "You're crazy." I couldn't stop myself from saying those words to him. He truly was.

He peered over and Theo leaned in for him to get a good view. His eyes went forward and he found himself get dazzled once again. Even the phone couldn't capture the sureal scene he was getting for free. "Uh, guys? Is it just me or did Dylan get even bigger?" Lucas words called his attention back and he blinked hard at the difference that had him shocked. "He's still growing?" May exhaled concernedly. "Is that a bad thing?" Theo asked. "For Kyle, yes. No way he could take him on if he gets any bigger that that." he said while keeping the other news that had him concerned.

Just as i expected, Kyle is bare chested and in nothing but his boxer breifs, lying on the floor with his hands and toes, doing multiple press ups while facing the ground and looking all focused with the sweat drizzling down his body. "You didn't tell me your mum was back." I say leaning my back on the door after shutting it behind me. He pauses. Breathing a little heavier than normal and lies on his back flat on the ground, looking up at me. "Right. Skipped my mind sorry about that." I nod, trailing my eyes down his toned body, from the sweat dripping down his neck to the deep v-line on his pelvis just a little above his breifs. "You should freshen up and come join us for breakfast."

"How long are you gonna be on vacation? It's like you bring all your stuff in here." "You don't have to carry it for me if it's too heavy to handle." I tried getting the luggage from him but he moved it away. "I can handle this. Didn't you see my muscles? I can even carry you to your car if you wish me to." I glanced at his firm arms, his polo was looking like it would rip apart anytime. "Oh, stop talking nonsense." I teased. Although Kyle really has a great body. Gym during weekends was his hobby, sometimes even after work, he would visit the gym just to maintain his good features. Well, it was his asset, so I couldn't blame him.