Novel & Cerita Male Weight Gain Fiction

Don't come crying to me when that happens. Before I could say anything, Furball's thoughts came flooding again. "You despicable man! The only reason my master hasn't lost any weight is because of that horrible Weight Swapping System you used on him! Every single pound he worked hard to lose ends up coming off your body instead! "Meanwhile, you spend all your time gorging on the richest and fattiest food you can find, and every single pound you gain ends up on his body. That's why he keeps putting on weight!

After having to endure his touch at every available opportunity, I heard him say something that saved me from certain rape. He was ranting to my mother about how she had better not gain any more weight because he hated heavy women. That night, I started eating everything I could hold without puking, and by the end of the month, I was fifteen pounds heavier. This continued until I gained almost fifty pounds. It was obvious my size was a complete turn-off to Jim. He stopped touching me and instead insulted me at every turn, but I didn’t

He stared at me condescendingly for a moment. “I’ll say 2 pounds.” He muttered and my eyes widened with shock. “So you're trying to say I’m petite?” I began stomping my feet in anger and he shook his head. “Tiny actually, before the pregnancy you were extremely small and with the baby”s help you've gained a few pounds. Especially in the right places…” He replied, taking one glance at my breasts and my eyes widened with shock. “You’re such a pervert!” “Oh please, I was merely inspecting your body for changes.” He replied with a shrug as he picked up a pink gown.

“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.”

"Dakota, we believe in you! But losing weight is really tough. It's no big deal if you're just a little chubby! After all, you're already engaged to Jonah. We'll make sure he marries you no matter what!" In my past life, I had fallen for every word of that nonsense. They did everything they could to deter me from losing weight, tempting me every way they could. In the end, I grew so obese that I couldn't even walk or get out of bed, and I finally gave up all hope. I could only watch helplessly as more and more fat piled onto my body. Even when I fasted and refused to eat or drink, the fat would still appear out of nowhere. That feeling of utter helplessness was both despairing and exhausting

“Could eat out for once instead of getting takeout” “Okay”. I smiled. He didn’t move his hand which told me he had something else to say. “Can I say something, and you not get mad about it?”. What could he say that would make me mad? I placed my hand on top of his before looking at him. I nodded. “What if the reason you’re gaining weight is because you are in fact pregnant and not just the weight gain. What about your eating habits?”. “So, because I’ve gained a little weight and I’m eating more it has to be because I’m pregnant?”.

Having sex in a dirty and lascivious way was wonderful, but all the physical effort was always something that made me twist my nose discreetly. To tell you the truth, I was always very lazy, sedentary and lucky to have a genetics that allowed me to eat cheeseburger on weekends and still maintain my normal physique — at least even before I was eighteen. For when they were twenty-six, they brought their thicker thighs, heavier breasts, and strong arms. When I was younger, my mother said that I had too many worms, and that they prevented me from getting fat. When the years began to pass and the stretch marks and cellulite were coming, although the weight remained stabilized, we understood that

he questioned, his lips lingering over the swell of my breasts. “I’m going to bloat in all the wrong places,” I whined. “How does that matter?” “I’ve been researching a lot lately, and according to data, seventy per cent of men lose interest in their women when they get pregnant and grow baby fat.” He grunted, “Remind me to check your browser history daily. I don’t want you searching stupid shit. And what makes you think I’m amongst the seventy per cent men? I’m the only one for you.”

He leaned in a little closer, close enough that I could feel his breath ghost across my lips. “You’re getting chubbier.” He said bluntly. I blinked. The moment shattered. “What?!” He grinned, clearly enjoying the reaction, “I mean, look at those cheeks. All soft and round now.” I gasped, pulling back and slapping his chest, “I am not chubby! You jerk! I’ve just been… stressed! I haven’t even had proper meals these past few weeks!” Kaidon pretended to think for a second, rubbing his chin, “Mmm… Stress usually causes weight loss, doesn’t it? So if you’re still plump, then…”

I did a few nights ago, but I dismissed it for being bloated due to the noodles I had that night. But I was noticing it again. “You look good.” Sebastian complimented, his voice soothing. “A little weight does no harm.” His words were supposed to be assuring, but they were not so much. At least, not to me. I have tried to hard to maintain my old weight, and have started falling in love with my body. Now, I was gaining more weight. I should probably cut down the food I am eating. Yeah, that has to be it. I have been eating a lot more than before since moving to the pack house. That must have messed with my diet.