Male Weight Gain Stories Novels & Stories

I only listened to him ramble on and on, before I asked, "Were you the one who drugged me?" During my last checkup, the doctor explained that the reason I had gained weight in the past was due to being injected with hormones, which made it impossible for me to lose weight, no matter what I did. That was the main reason why it became significantly easier for me to slim down once I left that house.

For weeks, I was staying inside his unit. I don't go out even if my friends like Philip and Morthena invited me. My excuse is that I am busy. "Hi," he greeted. I turned around to face him. "Look at my belly, Joe. It's getting bigger." "Is it heavy?" "No, Joe. But I feel bloated." "You're fifteen weeks and two days already." "Yeah. And I'm gaining weight already." "It's okay. You still look sexy."

I didn’t see Van. I ordered a hamburger and fries, too depressed to eat a salad. If I gained twenty pounds maybe all my man trouble would go away. I almost laughed aloud. They say when you lose weight you lose it in your boobs first. So that means if I gain it there first I’ll need a cane to walk. Joel ordered a French dip sandwich and a hamburger. An older man sat down next to him and began a conversation about this year’s chances for the championship. It meant Joel could ignore me without trying. Besides his whispered words and small squeeze to my hand, he hadn’t touched me.

The day summer break started after my third year of college, Mom and Dad drove over in their SUV to pick us up. My older sister, Janet Gould, helped carry the luggage. My younger brother, Harvey Gould, clung to Mom and soaked up her attention. When I carried my duffel bag downstairs, they stared at me in shock. None of them recognized me. "Liam, is that you? How did you lose so much weight?" Mom looked me over, her expression hard to read. For a moment, I thought she was worried about me. But then she suddenly frowned. "You're not sick, are you? We don't have health insurance for you." Janet looked at me with disgust. "Did you lose all that weight just to compete with Harvey for attent

Just held mine, quietly, like he meant every word and didn’t care how insane it sounded. He continued. “You don’t have to change anything. We all have different body types. I eat a lot but I don’t gain weight. So why punish yourself?” “You’re just saying that because you don’t want to hurt my feelings. I just want to lose weight. It’s my choice.” I scoffed, my eyes watery now. He sighed. “If you are so eager to lose weight, there are other ways than starving yourself. Besides, there are many men who like their women chubby.”

"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."

He knew exactly what had happened in the hallway, and he knew exactly what his father had whispered in my ear. "Thank you for a lovely meal, Mrs. Gable," Arthur said as the housekeeper placed a steaming plate of filet mignon in front of him. He finally looked up, his icy gaze sweeping over me. "Eat, Roxy. You’re far too thin, and I won’t have my wife’s daughter looking frail in my house." I almost choked on my own spit. *Too thin?* I was literally spilling out of my dress, my heavy breasts resting against the edge of the table, my thick thighs pressing together under the wood.

I stood in the grand lobby of Davian Group of Companies, holding a thermal container filled with warm ginseng soup. This company was our baby — David and I built it from scratch ten years ago. We named it Davian by combining our names. Looking at how far we had come should have made me proud, but today I just felt nervous. I had gained a lot of weight after our four children. I used to be slim and beautiful when we got married, but life changed me. I was now down from 180 pounds to 160 after joining the gym a month ago. I wanted to surprise David and show him I was trying.

"But I want to talk about your weight and the shortness of breath you've been experiencing." I felt my body tense up. "Is something wrong, Doctor?" Dr. Evans sighed. "Your weight gain is a little faster than expected. Two kilograms in a short time is quite significant. And the shortness of breath you're experiencing could be a sign that your body is having difficulty adjusting to these changes." I felt tears welling up in my eyes. "So I am too fat? Am I endangering my baby?"

Mary protested, but I ignored her. "You are eating anyway. Dr. Whitford said you need to gain weight before the assault. You cannot fight effectively when you are malnourished." "I am not malnourished. I am just not as heavy as I used to be." "Mary, you have lost twenty pounds. I can count your ribs. That is not healthy." She looked away, and I knew I had hit a nerve. The physical changes from Montana bothered her even if she tried to pretend they did not.