Male Weight Gain Fiction Novels & Stories

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.

"Would you?" "Would I what?" "Mind if I got five pounds heavier." "No." I replied firmly. In fact, I thought I'd rather like it. I had noticed that there was a little more flesh to Cathleen's tummy and waist and I had really liked it. She felt softer. And weight didn't bother me. I liked working out to keep myself fit, but I didn't expect my woman to do the same. The last woman I had gone out with had been a model turned actress and her obsession with monitoring every bite she ate had began to annoy me way before her cat from hell had tried to murder me.

“I prefer my soup.” “I’m going to be bigger and taller than you at this rate,” Freya said, rolling her eyes. “Don’t worry, Freya. As long as Kenneth continues swimming and engaging in sports, he will eventually have more appetite and gain more weight - muscle weight,” Adrian said in his seat. “Muscle weight?” Freya asked, bemused. Adrian showed Freya his biceps and said, “Muscles.” “It doesn’t look pretty, Daddy,” Freya remarked before everyone at their table laughed.

She was obviously tired from the trot. Julien frowned, "Mom, you should lose some weight. You're panting so badly over such a short distance. It's not good for your health." Julien had not seen Velma in days and today he noticed that Velma had gained more weight. She had narrow eyes, which were now just two narrow lines. Velma was not happy with Julien's words. "Why do I need to lose weight? I feel good. My friends said that a fat face is a symbol of good luck and that I can bring good luck to the family."

Then, with a teasing glint in her eyes, she asked, “Is she beautiful?” Abel shrugged. “I don’t know… depends on what you define as beauty.” Regina smirked. “Do you find her attractive?” He made a face. “Nah. Why would I?” He paused, then added, “She looks fine, I guess. Good. But definitely not more than you.” Regina burst out laughing. “Abel, I have no idea what you are talking about.” She sighed, then muttered, “Look at me. Because of these medications, I have gained so much weight. I’m almost 200 pounds. Double what I used to be.”

“No, he does. He eats when he’s stressed. He eats his feelings. Then he eats because he loves food. The amount of calories going in doesn’t match the amount that he works off when he gets time to go to the gym.” “Hence the weight gain.” Nodding, I finished my cup of coffee and rinsed it out as well. “Then he gets upset that’s he’s gaining weight and he eats more. When he was little, he was a chubby kid until his height shot up between middle school and high school. He’s always struggled with it. Now though…we are all getting older.” “You’re really not old.” Rosaria took the mug from me and put it on the drying wrack. “You make it out as this horrible thing but you guys aren’t even close.”

since when was this guys his di** not challenging? I hugged Gerald's waist and inhaled his scent. Only this man, who made me cry, laugh, spoil, upset, miss, at the same time—he who can turn all my life upside down. "Are you stressed?" I know this is a stupid question. But Gerald must have had many stress, dizzy, and challenging college problems, not to mention taking care of his small family. We just fought. "Why are you getting heavier?" I'm lazy to respond. Already know pregnant women gain weight. I haven't looked in the mirror. Maybe I'm ugly now. That's why Gerald doesn't want anymore.

I swallowed hard—my body was screaming how much I wanted him. When he dropped his pants, the bulge in his boxers was impossible to miss. But when he peeled them off, my eyes widened at what sprang free. “Does that thing get thicker when you gain weight? Or are you using something? Because if that goes in me, I’m heading straight to the grave. That’s a fact.” He grinned, clearly amused. “Maybe a little weight gain, my little dragon,” he said. “A little? It’s as thick as my arm!”

"But I want to talk about your weight and the shortness of breath you've been experiencing." I felt my body tense up. "Is something wrong, Doctor?" Dr. Evans sighed. "Your weight gain is a little faster than expected. Two kilograms in a short time is quite significant. And the shortness of breath you're experiencing could be a sign that your body is having difficulty adjusting to these changes." I felt tears welling up in my eyes. "So I am too fat? Am I endangering my baby?"

It seemed that he wasn't just fooling around with Talia. That lout had been chasing the skirts of any women he had his eyes on. I couldn't believe that I had actually treated a man like that as if he were some kind of prize. I had to have been completely out of my mind. I suggested going to a buffet after a month of starving myself and working out like crazy. I endured a month of suffering. Alas, not only had I failed to lose weight, but I had also gained even more. I pulled out several dresses I used to love and tried them on one after another. Some refuse to zip up, while the others split at the waist the second I forced them on.