Male Weight Gain Fiction Novels & Stories

“I’ll weigh six hundred pounds by the end of the year.” He shakes his head and sips on a fresh cup of coffee. “You won’t. Your metabolism is much faster than a human’s. You’ll have to work very hard if you want to gain weight.” “Hm, or get pregnant I guess,” I say without thinking. Kane freezes. “Did you forget to reject my sperm or something?” He sounds very worried. I thought he wants children. Or maybe he just doesn’t want to have pups with me. “Relax. You reminded me before you fell asleep.”

But as the sun was too bright, with Flora bending down a little as she lean on his shoulder, her shadow did not help covering Damien's sight, he ended up closing both his eyes with a scrunched face before he looked down to see her feet again, chuckling. "See? You're so beautiful, I can't even look straight into you," he punched a joke. Soon Flora joined his laughter and holding a hand on his shoulder close to her side, she lifted her legs one after the other to let him do as he suggested. She was not used to anyone bending down before he to help her take off or put on her shoes even when she was at the peak of her size, near to be called obesity. Two years ago, her weight had turned two hund

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Nine — Quiet Weight A month passed through the mansion without announcing itself, and my body stopped cooperating with denial. I felt the change before I acknowledged it. Before mirrors confirmed it. Before I caught the women watching me with eyes that lingered a fraction longer than they used to. The weight arrived first, low and constant, a pull that greeted me before I opened my eyes each morning. My belly was heavier. Not suddenly. Not dramatically. Persistently. As if gravity itself had shifted its rules around me and decided I would be the one to feel it.

Fiona’s POV “I used to be… fat.” The word tasted like salt draped in vinegar. When I said those words, I expected his countenance to change. It should have. Instead, his brows knitted with confusion, the silence growing thick between us. His hand moved to scratch the space between his brows. “And?” “And? You don’t get it. My wolf has a large appetite. Once she starts eating, she won’t be able to stop, and my body retains everything—then I’ll be overweight.”

The man had swaggered into the ring with his lithe, corded muscles and an easy fluid grace, but as I watched with growing horror now, I could see his body turn… denser. That was the only word to describe it—the weight he seemed to put on in just a matter of moments as his muscles became thicker, growing more corded, and tight. Harder. His face too seemed to take on an added layer of fat… and wait… I narrowed my eyes, frowning. Had he added an extra inch or two? I wanted to cry out, call everyone’s attention to the fact that he was blatantly cheating. I even opened my mouth to do so, but then something, I don’t know what, stopped me.

“Some people can eat whatever they want and look great. Others can’t.” “And you think I’m one of those people?” I asked incredulously. I was aware of the thickness of my thighs, of the way my stomach protruded slightly over my jeans. I’d gained weight since I’d lived with Lucian, and that was mainly out of depression. I used to be a lot more active. Now I wasn’t active at all. “Yes.” His eyes were locked on mine as he placed a piece of salmon in his mouth. “Have you not noticed my curves? The way my thighs stretch my jeans?”

“My stupid mind just won’t let me believe it. And… I don’t want to get fat. I…” “Isabella.” My head jerked up at the sound of his voice. His tone was firm but not harsh, his eyes piercing but gentle. “There’s nothing wrong with gaining weight,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “It’s only unhealthy if it’s extreme. You’re stunning, Isabella, and anyone who told you otherwise is a liar.” I swallowed hard, his words hitting me like a blow.

During this time, Celeste felt that she was becoming more and more lazy. Every day, she found it difficult to finish her manuscript. She became lazy like a pig. Her stomach started to become round like there was a layer of soft meat on it. So every day, Celeste would start complaining to Dean that she was gaining weight. For Celeste, who was very particular about her appearance, this fat flesh could never grow on her body. In this regard, Dean still remained silent all the time. Although he did not comment on Celeste's appearance, he would take the girl to Andreas for a checkup every time. Whenever Celeste asked why or what the checkup was, Dean would just say with various excuses.

"Why don't you? Is it because I'm fat?" When I got pregnant, I really gained weight. It's not too fat, but I've gained weight. My body is rounder than before. if my sizes used to be xs, now they are small. I used to be that sexy. That's why this idiot is so dead to me. "That's ridiculous. You're not fat Gwyn," I miss it when he calls me that. He's the only one who calls me that because he seems to be longing for Gwyn and Gwyn.

he replies. I snort at him. “Tell me about it. Been there. Done that. Avoided the repeat,” I inform him. “I remember,” he rasps. “Did that turn you on?” I ask him, biting my lower lip. “Just the thought of you committing violence makes me hard, princess. Well, just thinking about your sexy body turns on,” he purrs. I sign feeling not sexy at all. “I’m getting fat,” I grumble. “So? You’re pregnant and eating for two now. Weight gain is bound to happen,” he states.