Male Weight Gain Fiction Novels & Stories

I smile, holding my belly with so much love, forgetting about my heartaches for a little bit. “Well, I know for a fact that your mate won’t mind. I’m pretty sure he’s so far gone smitten by you that no amount of weight gain will make him see you in a different light. Plus, babe, think about it. Preggo body means bigger boobies and bigger butt. Oh yeah. More to hang onto, mommy. He probably won’t be holding back when he rams his lovemaking-rod inside you,” I cover my face with both hands as soon as Gisella whispers lewd noises to accompany her creative story-telling with sound effects. Never a dull moment with my best friend. And I love her so much for that.

Liam said, and poor Chadwick obliged. The hotel supervisor wrapped the melon around Chadwick's belly and the cantaloupes over his chest. When Chadwick was fully strapped, Liam said, "What you have on you is a pregnant woman's weight. An average pregnant woman gains twenty-five to thirty-five pounds. You have only twenty pounds of added weight." "A belly and two big boobs?" Chadwick frowned, looking at his new stomach. "Precisely," Liam said before throwing pieces of paper on the floor. He instructed, "Now, pick up the papers."

"No, you said I'm gaining weight." "Which is a good thing, is it not?" Merri pursued her lips. "You're not fat Merri, all I'm saying is you're putting on a good health amount of weight." Feeling emotional, Merri felt her tears right below her eyes as she quivered. "I hardly eat anything, how could I be gaining weight. Please Thomas, tell me this is all a banter?!"

I'd never eaten so much in all my life and could see it in my body. Hips wider, breasts fuller, I avoided getting on a scale at all cost. No doubt, I'd gained at least ten pounds and preferred to be blissfully ignorant of the fact rather than have the scale confirm my worry. Gaining weight right before a very public claiming ceremony wasn't very attractive. However, Leander reacted just the opposite to my new physique. He wasn't turned off. With each inch gained, both he and his Wolf eyed my body with unrestrained lust. I'd caught him licking his lips while staring at me more than once.

I’d gained over 45 pounds and I had to hope when the babies came out the weight would too. I’d gotten a treadmill for my office and tried to keep a couple light walks everyday even if it was only ten minutes here and ten minutes there. It helped clear my head at any rate and I got some good ideas when I was walking. I hoped it also helped keep me a bit in shape. Maybe. It’s all the sex though. Hmmm, the sex. I traced my finger over Finch’s chest and licked my lips.

After a couple of weeks, our parents invited us over for dinner at the same place we always went for dinner. I dressed up, for the occasion. Keegan as always couldn’t take his eyes off of me. “You look so beautiful Kitten” I couldn’t help it. I loved him I loved the way he looked at me as if I was the only woman in the room, as if I was the only thing his entire life revolved around and he still hasn’t left. My mom told me she had to come clean and tell him everything. And he still came for me, he still looked at me as if I was the best thing in the entire world. At first, he didn’t want to make love to me so I left him no choice when I dressed up into a sexy little outfit waiting for him in

he said flatly. I shook my head slowly, unsure of what to say. If I told him Adrian had sent these, he’d probably explode—and I wasn’t in the mood for a full-scale apocalypse today. He came closer, eyes locked on mine. “Eating all this junk will make you gain even more weight, Isabelle.” My chest tightened. I slowed down, chewing each bite deliberately. “I’m pregnant, Matthew… I’m supposed to gain weight, not reduce it.” He shook his head. “Have you seen yourself lately? You can’t even lift yourself up properly.”

I ordered. She nodded before climbing the stairs and disappearing out of my sight. "It appears your Lila is under a lot of stress, which is why she can't gain weight the way you want her to. But you can't make people gain weight by forcing them to eat," Rhodes said as he dropped the notes he was writing. "Yes, you absolutely can," I argued. It was basic mathematics. One plus one equals two. You eat more, you gain weight. You don't eat, you lose weight. Everyone knows that.

I answered. "Same for me, I think. Too much of this fancy cookin' and I'll lose my svelte figure." Ron joked. It got a laugh out of us. Ron was built sturdy. He had that thick ex-football player look. He wasn't heavy, but he looked pretty massive. We were about the same height, but I'd guess he had me by a good 30+ lbs. He had Popeye forearms, and I suspected he'd spent more time with a hammer in his hands than a fountain pen. Not the kind of guy you'd want to be on the wrong side of, like, for instance, getting caught casually nailing his daughter.

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.