Male Weight Gain Fiction Novels & Stories

“It is just added stuff I don’t want to have to take off at the gym.” “You have lost some weight,” Gabe said, surprised. Nicole had not said anything to Abby about him losing weight and getting into shape. “Yes and no,” Mack said with a deep laugh. “I did take some off, but it was replaced with muscle, so I technically didn’t lose anything.”

"Your Guardian's Intuition is reading the entity?" "Not reading. Bracing." Marcus flexed his right hand. The floor beneath his boot cracked. "Whatever is coming up, my bloodline is preparing to meet it. My bones are getting heavier, Jack. Not metaphorically. Dr. Miller weighed me this morning. I have gained forty-seven pounds since Tuesday without eating more than usual."

"Tch, even if you get fat, I won't get fat. My diet has been fixed these years, and I basically don't gain weight." Gabrielle had her own set of health regimens and hadn't gained weight over the years.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that when they saw Natalya Bravura greeting them on the threshold, Marina and Karina experienced a strong emotional shock and the deepest dissonance in life. When Marina conceived to tease Natalya with a remark about excess weight, it was assumed that it would be about two three kilograms of mass, quite naturally gained in the first three days of gluttony during the honeymoon. But now their closest acquaintance was standing in front of them, who in some incomprehensible way began to look fifteen pounds more massive than a couple of days ago. And most of this extra mass was not made of fat, but of excellent muscles, developed evenly and proportionately t

The air was deliciously heavy with baking smells, letting me breathe in sugar and cinnamon and cloves. I envied the way werewolves didn’t really have to worry about their weight. If they noticed a few extra pounds, they transformed and ran through the forest until they were trim again. In fact, it was still a thing with richer, older werewolf males that they purposefully packed on a few pounds as a sign of their wealth and social status. Every time I ate one of those butter-sugar-flour cookies, I felt my waistline expand. Thank the goddess chasing after the girls was excellent exercise.

I chuckle as I pull down my shirt. “Funny, but looking at your weight, even with the daily exercise, you’ve gained thirty pounds since your last visit.” I frown as I sit up. “I don’t think it’s proper bedside manner to tell a woman she’s gotten fatter, Dr. Noan.” She chuckles. “It’s good for the babies. Plus, you still look amazing. Half the men in town want to marry you.” “Only half?” She laughs. “All the men in town. Maybe you should give one of them a shot if you’re not going to get back with the father.”

I whispered, the words tasting foreign yet exhilarating on my tongue. And so began my transformation. Marcus had me eating enormous amounts of food, pushing me to lift weights and build muscle. I gained weight rapidly, my body becoming more defined with each passing day. But it wasn't just physical changes that Marcus demanded. He also began to mold my mind, filling it with thoughts of submission and obedience.

I follow her to the scale where she weighs me. “One hundred and sixty-five pounds. How tall are you?” “Five foot three,” I tell her. “She nods and writes that down. I seemed to have already gained some weight. I didn’t think I would for another month or so. I mean five pounds doesn’t seem like a lot to most people but for him it’s a ton. I have always struggled with my weight. So, five pounds is easy to gain and hard to lose.

“Why? It’s not like you’re a child. You’re an adult with a healthy sex drive, just like me. No reason to be embarrassed by talking with me about it. I think you could use some girl talk. I can give advice on most any topic, you know? You can ask me anything. I just wanted to reassure you that no matter what you look like, you are beautiful. I guarantee that Tyson likes the weight you’ve gained lately. He likes you just as you are. Don’t get me wrong; he’d never say a word to you about how your body is changing. He thinks you are beautiful and sexy, that won’t change with a few extra pounds. He wants you healthy; physically, and mentally. Best way to look at it; weight is just your relationsh

Don't get me wrong; of course I want to be sexy as hell, but I also want to stay healthy. I wouldn't say that I am fat; you might label me as mid-size and I could flawlessly fit into any size 11 outfit. I have to blame my weight gain on all the junk food I consumed, and before I knew it, time was beginning to take its toll on me. Since I put on some weight, I usually wear clothes that keep me covered aside from when I'm working out at the gym. Fuck, having hot sexual intercourse with more than one person is all I can think of.