Magic Weight Gain Novels & Stories

This movement further slowed the time around the bulky old male twin and the man without affecting the speed of the magic circle activation. The green magic circle therefore, activated with the bulky old man and Steph’s male ex-colleague still inside the circle. The green color changed to brown and immediately, Ruthless’ swordsman dropped his left hand hat he was rotating. The magic circle was quite advanced and increased the weight of whoever was in its effective range by a multiple of ten. *BAAAAANG* *BOOOOOOOM*

Even though I still have the salary, but if I spend a lot every day, I will only eat boiled eggs. My appetite increased after my body felt crushed. This morning, I also finished the breakfast Eros made. I realized that if my appetite is growing. At this rate of eating would increase my weight, and getting fat would be a possibility. I will stress because I gain weight. Now I’m rolling on the bed, unable to do even light exercise. So, just roll around on the bed. Who knows if I won’t gain weight, but it feels like my body hurts so much, I even feel like my bones are severed.

Magnus replied shortly, his tone hushed and actually curious. "Half a dose. Mixed it with juice. She's around 108 pounds. Would it work?" Instead of answering his question, Magnus chuckled and tsk-ed. Silence filled the line for a moment. He found it funny? Why? Jenson pulled a face. "You're beyond help now, I'm afraid." Beyond help? He scoffed at the remark, clueless on what it exactly meant. "What d'you mean?" "I warned you, didn't I?"

"Man, I feel like this guy weighs a freaking ton," I said as I helped hoist Aeron up on the stainless steel exam table. "He does seem heavier than before," Atlas said as he finished hooking up the equipment. "Everyone take their hands off of him for a moment." He pushed some buttons on the table's base. "He's almost forty pounds heavier than when he first came in." We all looked at each other. "Since all he's done is lay around, bash our woman, and try to use his powers against us, where is the weight coming from?" Ransom asked.

Conscious direction rather than instinctive reaction. "Can I make it bigger?" I ask, already visualizing the light expanding. "Not today," Rain cautions. "Magic is like muscle. Start small, build strength gradually. Push too hard too fast, and you risk injury—to yourself and others." Disappointment flickers through me, but I recognize the wisdom in his words. Better to master this tiny light than lose control of something larger. I study the glow above my palm for another moment, then exhale slowly, visualizing the energy returning to my core, banking like embers rather than extinguishing completely.

The numbers kept changing until they were set. Mistress Hawthorne recorded my current weight and said, "You've gained three pounds." She looked up at me with a look that chided me for gaining weight. I immediately said, "I'm sorry, Mistress Hawthorne, I'll try to lose weight." To my surprise, she said, "No need. You'd better keep it up. The Alpha of the Blood Moon pack is very satisfied with your figure." I'm surprised she didn't chastise me for gaining weight! That was so surprising.

Another delightful side effect. I have gained weight because even though I can’t taste shit, miss Bertha has been cooking up things she knows that are full of calories and I have been eating. My treatment has been put on hold because my blood results came back, that caused the treatment to be delayed until certain levels rose again.

My entire day revolved around two things: meals that would help me gain weight, and exercises that would build my muscle strength. And, somehow, it was working, at least on paper. After all the eating, the training, and the struggling, I had managed to put on seven kilograms. At five feet five inches tall, I was now almost fifty kilograms. It was a small victory, but a victory nonetheless. To me, though, it didn’t feel like much. I saw myself every day in the mirror, same face, same body, so I didn’t notice the changes as much. But they were there.

I turned to the confused neighbors and said, "I was just as confused as you until recently. I couldn't understand why I kept gaining weight no matter what I did. But now… I know." Under their stunned gazes, I slowly removed my shirt and exposed two enormous puncture needles on my back. One was red, the other was blue. "What are those?" "That's terrifying!" The neighbors recoiled in shock while Mom and Jenny lowered their heads. I took a deep breath. "Every night, Mom and Jenny would come into my room and inject a large dose of drugs through the red puncture. The drugs made my fat cells divide rapidly, so I gained weight extremely fast. That's why I couldn't lose weight no matter what I did."