Male Weight Gain Novels & Stories

With it, I lifted my gaze and game him a questioning look. “What? Why aren’t you eating? You should try your dishes. These are amazing!” “Are you thinking that you will be ugly if you gain weight?” he asked. “I won’t gain weight, Chly, this is how my body really looks even before. Plus, I am doing hard workout slash training-” “Do you think you will look ugly if you gain weight?” he asked again. I sighed. “Yes,” I confessed. “No, you won’t. I don’t think that sizes will affect your appearance, but if ever it will, it will make you even prettier.”

he said flatly. I shook my head slowly, unsure of what to say. If I told him Adrian had sent these, he’d probably explode—and I wasn’t in the mood for a full-scale apocalypse today. He came closer, eyes locked on mine. “Eating all this junk will make you gain even more weight, Isabelle.” My chest tightened. I slowed down, chewing each bite deliberately. “I’m pregnant, Matthew… I’m supposed to gain weight, not reduce it.” He shook his head. “Have you seen yourself lately? You can’t even lift yourself up properly.”

However, it was suffering for her to eat in this kind of place. She rarely had a chance to have such a big meal, however, she could only waste it at the moment! Strangely, she doesn't know why suddenly she gain so much weight this time. In the past, if there was any fluctuation in her weight, she only needed to jog for a week and control her meal for a few days. Her weight would go down immediately. This time, she exercised more, but the effects were not obvious. But at this moment, she didn't feel uncomfortable suppressing her appetite as she did on the first day.

he hissed at me, turning his face away dismissively. "A whale?" I repeated slowly, my hand immediately going to my stomach as if protecting it. "I thought you cared about your weight so much. Haven't you noticed you have added some weight? You should watch what you are eating, or it will be hard to lose after you give birth," he added casually. One thing that I hate more than anything is adding weight, and even if I'm pregnant, I've been watching what I eat and keeping fit. "George, are you calling me fat?" I asked, my eyes narrowing dangerously.

She was obviously tired from the trot. Julien frowned, "Mom, you should lose some weight. You're panting so badly over such a short distance. It's not good for your health." Julien had not seen Velma in days and today he noticed that Velma had gained more weight. She had narrow eyes, which were now just two narrow lines. Velma was not happy with Julien's words. "Why do I need to lose weight? I feel good. My friends said that a fat face is a symbol of good luck and that I can bring good luck to the family."

“Apparently, Finn didn’t know how pregnancy works.” Aelia snorted and covered her mouth. Nate chuckled and but gave me a confused look. “What the hell are you talking about? Finn, whatever they are saying, don’t worry about it.” “I…but…” Finn was struggling to compute and I couldn’t stop the grin on my face. “Oh no…here is comes.” Noah gasped out. Finn looked at Maggie with tearful eyes. “I got on the scale the day. I…I’ve gained seventy-five pounds in four weeks.”

I responded with a smile. "Of course, of course." Dad laughed. "Are you eating well? Have you lost weight?" He questioned. I laughed loudly. "Dad, you are behaving like, mom. I haven’t lost weight, rather I gained 3 kg. I was thinking of starting to work out soon." "Oh. That's good idea."

The two waited in the tea lounge. Cedric arrived promptly at 8 p.m. Men were kind of resistant to ageing. Celeste thought he looked almost the same as five to six years ago. Cedric, however, sized her up and down and said, "You've gained weight." It wasn't weight gain but rather late-pregnancy swelling. Celeste didn't think a man would understand this and simply smiled along with Cedric's comment. "Thanks to your blessings. They say a broad mind leads to a broad body. I guess I've been in a good mood lately."

I was back at the agency part-time, Thomas was managing the growing business, and Maya was thriving with her new routine. "She's gained two pounds," Dr. James announced during Maya's follow-up appointment. "That's good?" "That's excellent. CF patients often struggle with weight gain, especially after respiratory infections. Maya's doing beautifully." "She's been eating everything in sight," Thomas said. "And walking everywhere," I added. "She refuses to be carried anymore." "Walk!" Maya said from her perch on the examination table. "Walk fast!" "I bet you walk fast," Dr. James said. "Are you ready to show me how you walk?"

I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction. Instead, in an attempt to change the subject, I said, “You look well, Ella.” “Oh, this?” Ella gestured to her body with a dismissive wave. “I’ve actually gained weight recently. Five whole pounds. My trainer is making me do extra cardio to get rid of it.” I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Five pounds on Ella’s frame would be virtually invisible. Meanwhile, I’d gained nearly twenty already, with months still to go. “I’m sure those five pounds are devastating,” Clara mumbled beside me.