Male Weight Gain Novels & Stories

"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."

Amanda said looking towards the kitchen. Benjamin poured a glass of water and handed it to Amanda. Malcolm couldn't help but say, "Amanda, we're about to eat, drink less water, or you won't be able to eat later. Other people gain weight when they're pregnant, but look at you, you've become so thin!" Amanda looked at her father amusedly, "Dad, in parents' eyes, children are always thin. You don't know, I've gained six kilograms." She was even thinking of eating less.

"Looks like you've gained quite a bit of weight since your last appointment." "Excuse me?" I'm freaking pregnant, what else is supposed to happen? "You're young, though, so I guess you aren't worried about your figure." He mumbles something about my metabolism slowing down, and anger makes my cheeks flush. "Oh well," he says as he walks around to where my knees are firmly pressed together. "Now if you'll just relax we can go ahead and get started. We can discuss the weight gain after."

"For a height of 160 centimeters, your ideal weight is 55 to 65 kilograms. You're at 80 now. That's still in the overweight category." I was silent. "It's not because I don't like your body, but because this is about health. Your heart has problems. Excess weight makes your heart work harder," he said. "You know, I'm scared," I said. "Scared of what?" "Scared that when I get thin, you won't like me anymore." Alexandro blinked. "What?" "You used to compliment my fat a lot and pinch it. You said it was cute. Said it was fun. But now, every time I lose weight, you never compliment it anymore. You never pinch it anymore. Like you don't like my body that's starting to get thin."

It was able to divert the pain that was still lingering in the back. "It's funny after all." Angga's chin landed on Maureen's shoulder again, sending a peck to the stream of sweat that ran down the curve of her collarbone. He cupped the still-taut round object without hesitation. "Can it be shaped like this?" "Angga, ish!" Maureen's fears were instantly dispelled. She thought about what Angga had said about her body shape, which was still maintained even though she had not been exercising or dieting for the past two weeks. Angga was really trying her to gain weight with a high-calorie menu.

"Thank you, big brother-in-law. This soup you stewed is so delicious and nourishing. If I keep drinking it for a few more days, I'll probably gain some weight!" "I filtered out the excess oil, so it shouldn't make you gain too much weight. Look at your sister. She drinks the soup every day and hasn't gained much weight. Even before she got pregnant, I would stew soup for her as well," Eric said. Layla laughed. "The reason I didn't gain weight before was because I exercised regularly, you know? Now that I can't exercise, I'm sure I'll gain weight." Eric looked at her endearingly. "You're too thin, so gaining a little weight would be good for you."

I murmured. It beeped softly as I stepped on. The numbers climbed. I blinked, stepped off, then stepped back on. The result didn’t change. “How on earth did I gain weight so fast?” I whispered. It wasn’t drastic, but it was noticeable—to me, at least. A softness where there hadn’t been one for a long thing. Even my collarbones seemed less sharp after just these few days. Had I really been eating that much? I mean, I didn’t look unhealthy.

But even if she had reminded Felise, the little girl would have found another way to buy more. "Do you know why I only drink black coffee?" Henry suddenly asked. Gabriella looked at him in surprise and shook her head. He leaned back lazily against the sofa and turned his head. It was easy to get lost in his eyes, which shone in the golden sunlight. "I have to control my sugar intake. When men get older and get married, it's easy to gain weight. Especially when you reach 30, you have to spend a lot of time and energy to regain your figure if you get out of shape. It's not like it is for young men who just graduated from college. They're full of energy."

His mother could say whatever she liked about him except that he had put on weight. Did he really gain weight?

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.