Male Weight Gain Fiction Novels & Stories

"I've been eating everything in sight and I've still lost… let's see… almost twelve pounds! Ugh, it's so annoying." I lifted my gaze. It was true. On her petite frame, the loss was dramatic. Her cheekbones were sharper, her collarbones pronounced, giving her a gaunt, almost modelesque look. I let my shoulders slump, painting misery across my face. "I don't get it… I've been doing everything right, but I've gained ten pounds. I feel horrible." My display of defeat was the fuel she needed. Her preening intensified. "I guess it's just genetics! Some people are just born to be lucky, you know? Right, Zach?"

I don't know how he will react, if he will be angry, or if he will be fine. I sighed and stood up. I don't want to stay here any longer because I might see someone else pass by here. I walked quite a bit. My body has also gained weight because I have been eating a lot and I haven't been able to exercise properly so I have gained a bit of weight. But I know that pregnant women gain weight. Others don't, but most a woman will gain weight during pregnancy.

He truly did not. Even if Paige gained a dozen pounds, she would not look fat. Also, men had different expectations about women's bodies. Women might want to be as skinny as a rake, but men actually liked women to be a bit fuller. As for the extent of 'fullness', as long as she was not obese, most men could accept it. To Chris, Paige's figure would be just right even if she gained a dozen pounds. "I'm afraid you might mind," Chris said. Women seemed very afraid of gaining weight.

I didn’t see Van. I ordered a hamburger and fries, too depressed to eat a salad. If I gained twenty pounds maybe all my man trouble would go away. I almost laughed aloud. They say when you lose weight you lose it in your boobs first. So that means if I gain it there first I’ll need a cane to walk. Joel ordered a French dip sandwich and a hamburger. An older man sat down next to him and began a conversation about this year’s chances for the championship. It meant Joel could ignore me without trying. Besides his whispered words and small squeeze to my hand, he hadn’t touched me.

I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction. Instead, in an attempt to change the subject, I said, “You look well, Ella.” “Oh, this?” Ella gestured to her body with a dismissive wave. “I’ve actually gained weight recently. Five whole pounds. My trainer is making me do extra cardio to get rid of it.” I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Five pounds on Ella’s frame would be virtually invisible. Meanwhile, I’d gained nearly twenty already, with months still to go. “I’m sure those five pounds are devastating,” Clara mumbled beside me.

Mia choked a bit and promptly dismissed him, "That's absurd. I haven't gained weight. Which part of my body looks heavier?" Were Timothy's eyes playing tricks on him? "You even have a double chin now," Timothy pointed out. Feeling self-conscious, Mia touched her chin and realized that it did seem a bit rounder. She immediately retorted, "It's called baby fat. Besides, it's not like you're paying for my meals." Accustomed to Mia's sharp wit, Timothy responded calmly, "Well, you've been dining at the Barrett residence for three years." "Yeah, but I didn't gain weight during those three years. The fact that I've gained weight in such a short time after moving out—what does that suggest?"

Yuwe complained. He always complains because he says that I am not gaining weight. After all, my strength is so strong that he swallows it. What if I don't eat a lot, where will I get the energy for training? I didn't participate in miss universe. So what I eat, instead of turning into fats, just turns into energy so I don't gain weight. haha, My brain. "It makes me strong Yuwe. It makes me strong." I answered here. "Let's go and we might run out of tables." It promised

Yeah, never mind I don’t want to think about all the women he has to have fucked to know something like this. I have lost weight since I got sized in the store a few years ago. I didn’t put on the freshman fifteen, I’ve lost almost twenty pounds. No longer the size eighteen I was when I first met Milos last year, I’m now a sixteen. I spent hours upon hours stressed and studying in my room, often forgetting to eat. Ever since I moved in with Sergei, I ate better. He liked to cook and always had good, healthy food prepared and waiting in the fridge. His pleas were constant to eat it because he always overcooked and didn’t want the food he made going bad.

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.”

“How goes the living together thing?” “Great,” Maggie said wryly as she helped herself to a raw carrot. “Except for the small matter of my rapidly-expanding ass.” “Um.” Katie’s brow furrowed as she took in her friend’s half-frown. “Say what about your ass?” “I’m gaining weight at an exponential rate,” Maggie announced. “I have done ever since me and Joe got back together, really, but since I’ve moved in, I’ve put on six pounds.” She glared down at her thighs. “I blame the croissants.”