Male Weight Gain Fiction Novels & Stories

“No thanks, I’m stuffed. I can’t take any more food. I’ll gain weight if I keep eating like this.” She couldn’t continue indulging like this. It wasn’t easy for her to gain popularity. What if she got fat and her fans stopped liking her? She certainly didn’t want the headlines to read: “Female celebrity, Mimi Norton, lets herself go. Gains weight and looks out of shape like a matronly figure.” Or anything like that. Zeke frowned. “You’ve only had a little bit to eat, and you’re already full? Don’t worry, fish meat isn’t fattening.”

“I’m just overthinking, I don’t want to bother you…” “You can never be a bother, you know that. So tell me what you’re overthinking about.” “It’s just…I’ve just been reading about the changes my body would go through in the coming months and I…I’m scared it might too much for me. I even read that some women put on so much weight when they’re pregnant.” “That wouldn’t be bizarre if it happens, I mean, you’re forming a life in there…” “What if too much weight makes me less attractive?” “If you must read things online, can you try to read more positive things?” I asked.

Marlene herself was seventy-something — the something was doing real work; she could have been seventy-two or seventy-nine and neither would have surprised Eleanor — and had the physical bearing of a woman who had been on her feet for fifty years and intended to remain there. She wore the same style of apron every day, white with a small blue check, and she moved behind the counter with an efficiency so practiced it had become something close to art: no motion wasted, no surface left unwiped, the coffee always coming before you’d quite decided you wanted more.

My boyfriend, Jason Miller, kept going, his voice full of contempt. “Can you stop eating already? You’ve got a double chin now. You look like a pig. And you seriously think I’m supposed to propose to you looking like that? “I’m telling you right now, if you don’t get down to 100 pounds, forget about marriage.” I looked at myself in the mirror, still trying to steady myself after the shock of hearing a cat’s thoughts. I was five foot six and weighed a hundred and twenty-one pounds. That was a perfectly healthy, normal weight. But the way Jason talked, you’d think I was huge.

‘240.’ The machine flashes the number in cold, unforgiving red. For a moment, I simply stare at it. Then I step back. Thankfully, no one is here. My fingers curl around the hem of my shirt as I look at the number again. Two hundred and forty pounds. Twenty pounds. I have gained twenty pounds in the last two weeks. Twenty. Since the day he found out I am his mate, my body has felt like it no longer belongs to me. Every day has been a battle against a stomach that twists itself into knots, a heart that refuses to slow down, and a mind that never seems to stop screaming.

Sadly, I discovered that I had gained another four pounds instead of losing weight. My once slender body now felt more curvaceous. Yesterday, when I met Wendy, she said I looked radiant and glowing. Wendy's sincere compliment made me waver in my resolve to diet again. "Is Ms. Middleton worried about troubling me or Mr. Walker?" "Neither!" I couldn't explain to Marianne, so I lied, "I've gained weight recently, and my clothes don't fit well anymore. If I keep eating like this, I'm afraid I'll turn into a roly-poly."

Her once tight, muscular ass was far more round and thick than she would like it to be and her 36D breasts had grown a full cup size larger with her weight gain. Still, there were no two ways about it. Liz was hot. Built like Jordan Carver, she still drew the eye and sexual attention of every straight man that saw her, including her husband. Matt, thought she was the sexiest thing on earth. He often complimented her by telling her she was like a tall, blonde p**n star. He enjoyed having sex with her on a regular basis. Her desire to please him was the reason she was trying to lose weight in the first place, despite his compliments.

A girl at the table had even mocked her, asking if she wasn’t afraid of getting fat. Back then, Julissa had arrogantly declared she was the type who never gains weight no matter what. But who really never gains weight? She eventually plumped up a bit and even hit 100 lbs. Every time she weighed herself, she’d get upset, but Scott would just hug her waist, lift her up and say, “Still manageable. A little more weight won’t hurt.” Thinking about all that, Julissa scratched her head sheepishly. “He does seem to enjoy watching me eat…”

"I mean, I'm sure you'd never let that happen." "Maybe not. But I gotta stay vigilant." His forehead wrinkled. "Did you know there's a thing where dads gain weight? It's like a sympathy symptom deal." "Oh, my God, I'd love to see that." I had a mental image of Noah with a baby bump, hands on his back as he moaned and groaned. "Maybe you should eat this cannoli." "You're evil." He scowled. "I'm planning to hold onto my girlish figure."

Even my cock is thicker. I feel like I’ve stepped out of a lake. That kind of unfamiliar heaviness. I shake out my arms and draw down a deep breath. There’s no need to freak out. I’m fine. It’s normal. Mated males fill out. Max said he gained twenty pounds of muscle and an inch in girth overnight when he caught Elspeth. I step forward and trip on a clump of leaves. Annie cries out. Shit. My feet are bigger, too.