Male Weight Gain Stories Novels & Stories

I saw his white and even teeth. "Yes. You can't believe it, am I right? When I started going to the gym, my weight reached 200 kilograms. Diligence, perseverance, and determination are my motivation to achieve this body." "How many years before you achieved your muscular body? I mean, you’re so sexy. Your waistline is about the size of my leg." "One year. I used the hurtful words I heard from other people to try to lose weight." "This woman in the picture, what happened to her?" I asked because she didn’t have a picture of the after.

We ended the conversation on a high note, and after the way, Holland left me feeling I had needed that. I watched CNN before Housewives for a while, trying to catch up on recent world events. Holland's behavior and the obscure words he said appeared calculated and left me uneasy. I kept my handgun beside me with the safety off and ensured my security system was set. I started to nod off when my food finally arrived. It was a little after 9 in the evening, and I was chomping down my pizza like it was both my first and last meal. I was starting to feel full only after about two square-cut slices. My stomach ached, felt bloated, and made me uncomfortable. I munched on the salad and downed some

Cold sweat soaked my spine. "Caution. Core temperature increase detected. Cause assessment—thermogenesis induced by unauthorized caloric intake." Another surge of electricity hit me. I spasmed and curled in on myself. Why did the red light go off even when I was trying so hard? I stared at the swollen back of my hand in despair. When I pressed it, a deep dent stayed, refusing to spring back. Mom was right. I was a monster, one who gained weight even from drinking water alone. No matter how hard I tried, it never came off.

He said to me. “How? I am not gaining weight,” It was true because no matter what I eat I do not gain weight. “I'm going to get you pregnant.” I laughed when he said that. His mouth is so vulgar but nuh ah, that won’t work on me either. “Haha hubby, even if you impregnate me now, I will not gain weight. When I got the twins pregnant, I was still sexy, ask mom.” I said to him while he’s still putting sunblock at my back.

“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.”

Miss Bandit, did you gain weight? Bang! A loud sound came from the study, and Vermont quickly added, "Did you gain weight? The gym is having a promotion right now. They're giving a buy-one-free-one package for whoever has a body fat of more than twenty-four percent. If you're a little fatter, we could've signed up for it together." The next second, Felicity's voice came fiercely from the study. "You should eat more and gain thirty pounds to sign up for it yourself!" "Sure."

the man continues, his voice softening. "But she gained over a hundred kilograms after the birth of our third child. I’ll admit... I was very unhappy about it at first. Nothing we tried was able to make her lose the weight.” I collect the bag from the counter, half-listening to him as I withdraw my phone, ready to walk out the door. “Then I saw this clip online,” the man says, his tone turning incredibly earnest.

"There's no one like you… Come on, stop playing. The outsider's looking." Not only is the man not ashamed, but he also reaches out to pull her closer. "What's the problem with them? I hug my wife's waist, what does that have to do with them? Your waist is bigger, so you must stretch out your wedding dress." The weight gain concern is solved, causing no stir. But neither of them expected a big wave to come slowly.

I ordered. She nodded before climbing the stairs and disappearing out of my sight. "It appears your Lila is under a lot of stress, which is why she can't gain weight the way you want her to. But you can't make people gain weight by forcing them to eat," Rhodes said as he dropped the notes he was writing. "Yes, you absolutely can," I argued. It was basic mathematics. One plus one equals two. You eat more, you gain weight. You don't eat, you lose weight. Everyone knows that.

Denny’s eyes widened as he asked with a face that said like “I told you so!” “I haven’t noticed. And my weight had never increased, so it never came to my mind,” Aleah’s hands flew to cup her chin in disbelief. “It turned out you were eating for three. How could you gain weight?” Denny grinned widely, but his silent smile turned boisterously loud. “Oh my god!” Aleah covered her face, abashed.