Male Weight Gain Story Novels & Stories

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.

Cold sweat soaked my spine. "Caution. Core temperature increase detected. Cause assessment—thermogenesis induced by unauthorized caloric intake." Another surge of electricity hit me. I spasmed and curled in on myself. Why did the red light go off even when I was trying so hard? I stared at the swollen back of my hand in despair. When I pressed it, a deep dent stayed, refusing to spring back. Mom was right. I was a monster, one who gained weight even from drinking water alone. No matter how hard I tried, it never came off.

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."

The more she looked at her reflection, the more she thought that she was slightly chubby. Tony looked at her resentful expression in speechlessness. Unable to help himself, he gently laughed and walked over to hug her. In the mirror, his reflection had also hugged her and he placed his chin on her head, revealing a tint of laziness on his handsome face. “You are now pregnant, so it’s normal to gain some weight. If you don’t gain some weight, Mr. Engelhard is probably going to blame me.” When he was helping Myra sort out the issues earlier, Mr. Engelhard had called him and asked about a few matters. Before hanging up, he reminded Tony again to take good care of her.

"Zephyrine, we've made supper for you." The three people stood there with steaming hot food – noodles, soup, and vegetables. It seemed they hadn't fought this time; each of them cooked something different. Unfortunately, Quentin Bennett didn't want to enjoy that dish. So the three of them turned their gaze toward me. After that day, I weighed myself and found out I had gained six pounds. I fell silent for a moment, stepped off the scale, and murmured, "I guess I've been eating too well." When studying intensively with good food around, not gaining weight would be against the laws of nature.

“Or do you just not care because you’ve never had to control yourself?” “I’ll clean it,” I say quickly. “I’ll make more.” He laughs. Short. Ugly. “Make more?” His eyes drag over me, slow and deliberate. “You’ve already had plenty, haven’t you?” My face burns. I stare at the floor. At the sauce spreading between the cracks. “You know what people see when they look at you?” he continues. “They see a fat girl who doesn’t know when to stop. Eating. Standing. Existing. Just too much.”

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.

MAEVE POV I didn’t get it. I spent the last hour—maybe more—reading chapter after chapter in this pregnancy book, while Xaden busied himself with a pile of paperwork and a few phone calls to several dignitaries, but nothing I read bore any similarities to what I was experiencing. Fetal weight gain was not unheard of. Sizing nearly twice as much as he should have within the first month, however, was apparently an alien concept. Such weight gain didn’t normally happen until much later in the pregnancy.

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.

Miss Bandit, did you gain weight? Bang! A loud sound came from the study, and Vermont quickly added, "Did you gain weight? The gym is having a promotion right now. They're giving a buy-one-free-one package for whoever has a body fat of more than twenty-four percent. If you're a little fatter, we could've signed up for it together." The next second, Felicity's voice came fiercely from the study. "You should eat more and gain thirty pounds to sign up for it yourself!" "Sure."