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.

"I wanted you to order for me. The same food and please order me extra rice!" "Okay, I noticed that you are gaining weight because you are taking too much rice so I won't buy extra rice!" I frowned. "And now, my weight is already a big deal to you? Are you going to break me up if I became obese?" "Of course! Although, do not get the wrong idea. You need to discipline yourself and control your weight because it will indicate whether you are healthy or not!" "Nick... only boys have an issue like that with women. How about me? Even if you gain weight, I will still love you because of who you are. I don't base my love on your physical appearance but I based it on your personality!"

“Trust me, some men like a little meat on their bones. Just ask my husband.” Maggie has become such a great friend to me in such little time. Whenever I am down, she always seems to know just what to say. I needed it more than ever, especially since Ansel had all but vanished. I can’t help but think that it’s because I don’t look as I did before. The high-calorie diet required by the medical staff has made me gain weight at a rapid pace. It has only been two weeks, but most of my clothes fit pretty snug.

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.

“Including losing weight again to escape the feelings?” “Yes.” She bit her lip. “That’s one of the things that I talk about with Rianna. How to gain weight slowly and with healthy food, and not panic and stop eating as the numbers get higher and higher on the scale. How to handle all the feelings and memories that come up as they do. For me, gaining weight is – complicated. It’s way more than just going to McDonald’s every day and stuffing my face with abandon. Lots goes on in my head every time I step on the scale, and see the numbers going up, and none of it is good.”

Andrew let out a cold laugh. "Fatty, let's not pretend you know your body better than anyone. Back in Jayrodale, I could already tell. "You're overweight, constantly drenched in cold sweat, panting like you ran a mile after two steps. If I had to guess, I'd say you've got a rare form of obesity. One of those conditions where even drinking water makes you gain weight, right?" Elon's eyes flickered with panic. "How… how do you know that?"

He said to me. “How? I am not gaining weight,” It was true because no matter what I eat I do not gain weight. “I'm going to get you pregnant.” I laughed when he said that. His mouth is so vulgar but nuh ah, that won’t work on me either. “Haha hubby, even if you impregnate me now, I will not gain weight. When I got the twins pregnant, I was still sexy, ask mom.” I said to him while he’s still putting sunblock at my back.

“Or do you just not care because you’ve never had to control yourself?” “I’ll clean it,” I say quickly. “I’ll make more.” He laughs. Short. Ugly. “Make more?” His eyes drag over me, slow and deliberate. “You’ve already had plenty, haven’t you?” My face burns. I stare at the floor. At the sauce spreading between the cracks. “You know what people see when they look at you?” he continues. “They see a fat girl who doesn’t know when to stop. Eating. Standing. Existing. Just too much.”

She glanced at the floor as Raven stared at her, puzzled. He stepped back slightly, his eyes scanning her figure. Try as he might, Raven couldn’t see what she was discussing. To him, Gia looked even more captivating. Her cheeks were fuller, no longer hollow. Her body and chest were curvier... “You’re not fat!" Raven protested. Gia shook her head. “I’ve gained a lot of weight.” It wasn’t surprising, given how she had craved steak throughout her pregnancy. "You’re not fat—you’re sexy and luscious,” Raven said, his tone firm.