Male Weight Gain Stories Novels & Stories

I must have cringed when the thought of me getting fat entered my head. “I’m going to get fat.” I say. He snorts. “You are going to be growing three babies. I would be worried if you didn’t gain weight, but you will in no way be fat. As long as you and babies are healthy that’s all that matters. Even if you weren’t pregnant and gained weight I wouldn’t care.” “Yeah right.” Like I would believe any of that. “It is right. Now strip and wait for me in the shower.” He stands and strides off leaving me to check out his perfect ass.

"Yummy drumsticks! My master is such a handsome and awesome guy! But how do I tell my handsome yet foolish master that he can't keep trying to lose weight like that? "He's working out so much that his legs are shaking from exhaustion, but in the end, it'll be that awful man who benefits from everything he does!" I listened to Furball's thoughts in silence before giving him a peck on the cheek. He didn't have to worry about me. The games had only just begun. After spending a month working my butt off to lose weight, I suggested going to a buffet. However, in that time, I'd put on a ton of weight. All of the pants I owned no longer fit. Some couldn't even be pulled up past my butt, while other

since when was this guys his di** not challenging? I hugged Gerald's waist and inhaled his scent. Only this man, who made me cry, laugh, spoil, upset, miss, at the same time—he who can turn all my life upside down. "Are you stressed?" I know this is a stupid question. But Gerald must have had many stress, dizzy, and challenging college problems, not to mention taking care of his small family. We just fought. "Why are you getting heavier?" I'm lazy to respond. Already know pregnant women gain weight. I haven't looked in the mirror. Maybe I'm ugly now. That's why Gerald doesn't want anymore.

On the way home, I felt my breathing growing more rapid. My whole body swelled like rising dough, and I felt like my fat cells were multiplying, crowding my organs and filling my limbs. I had entered the same period of rapid weight gain as in my previous life. Unless I found a solution, the disease would destroy my body, and I would die in agony. When I got home, Mom looked deeply disappointed, her eyes wet with tears.

My entire day revolved around two things: meals that would help me gain weight, and exercises that would build my muscle strength. And, somehow, it was working, at least on paper. After all the eating, the training, and the struggling, I had managed to put on seven kilograms. At five feet five inches tall, I was now almost fifty kilograms. It was a small victory, but a victory nonetheless. To me, though, it didn’t feel like much. I saw myself every day in the mirror, same face, same body, so I didn’t notice the changes as much. But they were there.

“Why? It’s not like you’re a child. You’re an adult with a healthy sex drive, just like me. No reason to be embarrassed by talking with me about it. I think you could use some girl talk. I can give advice on most any topic, you know? You can ask me anything. I just wanted to reassure you that no matter what you look like, you are beautiful. I guarantee that Tyson likes the weight you’ve gained lately. He likes you just as you are. Don’t get me wrong; he’d never say a word to you about how your body is changing. He thinks you are beautiful and sexy, that won’t change with a few extra pounds. He wants you healthy; physically, and mentally. Best way to look at it; weight is just your relationsh

“Nothing. I just noticed that your complexion seems rosier now, and your body has become healthier. I’m happy about that. Go ahead and enjoy your meal. Do eat more.” Mark smiled and remained quiet. It made Arianne lose her appetite. She felt like she was being guarded there, being forced to increase her weight like a pig in the pigpen. Mary even claimed that her body had become much healthier and plumper now. She frowned and pushed the lunchbox aside. “I don’t want to eat anymore. I took my weight yesterday, and I’m 20 pounds heavier than I was a month ago. If I don’t control myself now, I might suffer from high blood pressure.”

“My stupid mind just won’t let me believe it. And… I don’t want to get fat. I…” “Isabella.” My head jerked up at the sound of his voice. His tone was firm but not harsh, his eyes piercing but gentle. “There’s nothing wrong with gaining weight,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “It’s only unhealthy if it’s extreme. You’re stunning, Isabella, and anyone who told you otherwise is a liar.” I swallowed hard, his words hitting me like a blow.

"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."

It seemed that he wasn't just fooling around with Talia. That lout had been chasing the skirts of any women he had his eyes on. I couldn't believe that I had actually treated a man like that as if he were some kind of prize. I had to have been completely out of my mind. I suggested going to a buffet after a month of starving myself and working out like crazy. I endured a month of suffering. Alas, not only had I failed to lose weight, but I had also gained even more. I pulled out several dresses I used to love and tried them on one after another. Some refuse to zip up, while the others split at the waist the second I forced them on.