Male Weight Gain Stories Novels & Stories

“Your weight is lower than last week. I thought you were steadily gaining weight.” The doctor brought up Mitch’s weight as soon as she saw him. Then she quickly flipped through the results of the various tests he’d undergone and read them. He could vaguely sense her holding back a sigh. He unconsciously shrank back. Mitch sat stiffly, waiting for the doctor’s next words. “You really need to gain weight at this point…. It’s not easy, is it?” “…….” He had nothing to say. He hadn’t been sleeping or eating properly for the past few days, and his weight had dropped like a rock. He had his reasons for the stress, but they were just excuses. Managing his health was entirely his responsibility.

Mom expressed her enthusiasm. Uncle Alanson looked at my mother. "That's right. What's important is that she's healthy and strong." Then he turned to talk to me again. "It may be in your genes, hija, that you are not gaining weight, or who knows someday when you get married, your body will also be able to get chubbier." Yeah. I agree. That's what most people are saying to me, maybe after I turn eighteen, I might gain weight or something else, maybe when I get married.

Beth, my wife, was concerned about how much weight I had gained and how I kept failing with all of my weight loss attempts. Beth said, "John, I recently shared with Sally and Janet how concerned I was with your dangerous weight level." I jumped in, "Beth! I don't want you sharing how fat I am with your friends, especially Sally and Janet. And.." Beth cut me off with, "John, trust me, you should let me finish my story." With Beth's sexy smile while she talked with me, I knew to keep my mouth shut. Beth continued, "Good! Sally and Janet offered to give you the greatest incentive for you to lose weight - you will get to have wild passionate sex with them for a full weekend."

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.

Johnson’s eyebrow shot up in surprise and thought. “About two years ago. I used to be an active man in my youth and when I got older I tried to keep up. But then I gained a bit and everything got harder. When my breathing got bad Dr. Wallace said I was overweight and needed to lose some weight. I did my best but since I had trouble breathing it was hard. Then two years ago I started slowly losing weight. I lost my appetite and in the last six months I have lost at least 50 lb. Dr. Davies says that it has only been good for me.”

Anyway, it is with her that I get my biggest doubts about pregnancy. "I practically took care of my younger brothers," I say, already sitting on the reclining stretcher and preparing for the induction of the probe. Gabby sits in a chair in front of the doctor's desk, full of expectation. "And I don't remember noticing such drastic changes in my mother's body. I gained five kilos in a short period of time, and for me in particular it has always been very difficult to gain weight.”

She could not compete with a two-year-old! "Maybe it's because Tianna is quite talented." Rachel didn't take it to heart and said, "People always say that the body's fats have memories. If you gain weight in a short period of time, then it's easy to lose weight. However, it'll be hard to lose weight after being fat for a long time. I have to pay more attention to this in the future. It's best to control one's weight during the pregnancy. As long as it's enough to ensure that there is sufficient nutrition." Sigrid absolutely agreed with this point.

Or sleep and groan… At least Sebastian had some compassion and didn't push her to get up for a run every morning anymore. Even so, Madison had lost ten pounds that month. To put it into perspective, ten pounds was a lot. One day, while passing a pork stall at the market, an elderly woman bought a nine-pound piece of pork. It was a huge chunk. With both fatty and lean meat, that chunk could feed an entire banquet and easily serve a dozen tables. Madison had lost a whole pound more than that chunk of meat. She was down to 125 pounds now.

"Tch, even if you get fat, I won't get fat. My diet has been fixed these years, and I basically don't gain weight." Gabrielle had her own set of health regimens and hadn't gained weight over the years.

he questioned, his lips lingering over the swell of my breasts. “I’m going to bloat in all the wrong places,” I whined. “How does that matter?” “I’ve been researching a lot lately, and according to data, seventy per cent of men lose interest in their women when they get pregnant and grow baby fat.” He grunted, “Remind me to check your browser history daily. I don’t want you searching stupid shit. And what makes you think I’m amongst the seventy per cent men? I’m the only one for you.”