Male Weight Gain Stories Novels & Stories

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.

The explanation was simple, but the weight of expectation was anything but. "So are approximately four million other people," she shot back, the words sharp with nervous humor. "You're close enough," he insisted, a stubbornness underlining each syllable. "Riverdawn isn't exactly downstairs," Laura said, her voice rising as she tried to inject reason into the conversation, even as she felt herself yielding. "I know." John’s voice softened for a beat, the admission gentle, almost apologetic. She rubbed her forehead, the edge of her palm warm against her skin, trying to massage away the tension gathering at her temples.

I responded with a smile. "Of course, of course." Dad laughed. "Are you eating well? Have you lost weight?" He questioned. I laughed loudly. "Dad, you are behaving like, mom. I haven’t lost weight, rather I gained 3 kg. I was thinking of starting to work out soon." "Oh. That's good idea."

But even if she had reminded Felise, the little girl would have found another way to buy more. "Do you know why I only drink black coffee?" Henry suddenly asked. Gabriella looked at him in surprise and shook her head. He leaned back lazily against the sofa and turned his head. It was easy to get lost in his eyes, which shone in the golden sunlight. "I have to control my sugar intake. When men get older and get married, it's easy to gain weight. Especially when you reach 30, you have to spend a lot of time and energy to regain your figure if you get out of shape. It's not like it is for young men who just graduated from college. They're full of energy."

“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.”

She was determined never to reduce weight again. She didn't expect she would have to reduce weight years later and go through that painful time again. "Yes!" Julien replied decisively, as if he didn't see the miserable expression on Velma's face. "Your obesity is causing you to have high blood pressure. If you don't reduce your weight, it's not good for your health. Those women will laugh at you. And Jayden will be back soon. Do you want Jayden to worry about you?" Velma immediately widened her eyes and stood up straight. She shook her head repeatedly, and the fat of her face quivered. "No, I don't want Jayden to worry about me."

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

He started serving me, I tried to stop him but he didn't listen. "from now on you will follow a strict diet suggested by the best nutritionist. You will finish everything on your plate and yes, that includes the vegetables as well. I will make sure your weight goes back up to being healthy again. And from tomorrow, Dr. Jina will come every day for your therapy. I want you to be completely healthy, mentally and physically." He said and I fisted my hands... I am healthy. My weight is fine. He might be the first man who tells his wife to gain weight... wait... wife?

“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.