Novel & Cerita Male Weight Gain Stories

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.

“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.

With her appetite back, the title seemed like it was already in her pocket. Soon, competition day arrived. When Selina saw me, she froze. Her eyes quickly scanned the bead on my wrist before she blurted out, "Why haven't you gained any weight?" I raised an eyebrow at her. "Can't help it. I just don't gain weight easily." Her brow furrowed as she muttered continuously under her breath. "Impossible. Are there really people who don't gain weight..." Watching her question her entire existence, I smiled faintly. Of course there were not. Fat did not disappear. It was only transferred.

Even my cock is thicker. I feel like I’ve stepped out of a lake. That kind of unfamiliar heaviness. I shake out my arms and draw down a deep breath. There’s no need to freak out. I’m fine. It’s normal. Mated males fill out. Max said he gained twenty pounds of muscle and an inch in girth overnight when he caught Elspeth. I step forward and trip on a clump of leaves. Annie cries out. Shit. My feet are bigger, too.

“What?” “I’ve been thinking. Maybe I should hire a personal trainer. Private sessions, here at the house. To help with…you know, losing some weight.” He paused, then actually smiled a little. Not warm, butxinterested. “About time. Yeah, go for it. Use the joint card. But don’t waste money, Bella. I want to see actual results. No more of that body-positive nonsense if you’re serious about fixing yourself.” His words hurt, but I nodded fast. “Okay. I’ll find someone today.”

It was almost like they thought we wouldn’t understand; they never bothered changing a word of the script the company had given them. After the awful TED‑talk, it was time for the weight. It was a ritual, almost like an exam of some sort. I stood on the scale, holding my breath and hoping that it would not be higher than my last weight, even though I knew I had gained some during vacation. It was healthy weight, strongly recommended by my doctor to avoid relapsing. “See, I told you to keep back on the carbs during your vacation. Now you come back and you are ten kilograms heavier?” Laura roared, standing up from her seat in one swift move that sent the chair clashing with the white wall beca

“Trust me, some men like a little meat on their bones. Just ask my husband.” Maggie has become such a great friend to me in such little time. Whenever I am down, she always seems to know just what to say. I needed it more than ever, especially since Ansel had all but vanished. I can’t help but think that it’s because I don’t look as I did before. The high-calorie diet required by the medical staff has made me gain weight at a rapid pace. It has only been two weeks, but most of my clothes fit pretty snug.