Male Weight Gain Story Novels & Stories

I recall her complaining to me after her primary care physician informed her that her kilo had increased by one kilo and 200 grams. I give her a friendly smile. "Sure, don't blame me in the future; blame your stubbornness, my dear." "Look at that delicious-looking dish!" Surely, the carbs and natural oil that I can see on food will aid in her weight gain. To the people who surround us, she waves like a fool, as if she is one of the Miss Universe candidates. Her greetings appear to be those of a Miss Universe winner, which is far too good to be true. But she's my wife, and I'll be there for her even if she's crazy.

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.

He glanced at me with a small smile, then returned his focus to driving. My lips pursed in annoyance. “My body is still beautiful, even though I eat a lot.” “I know.” Once again, I saw the smile on his face. It wasn't the mocking smile he had given me in the past. “It is unclear to me why my appetite has increased so much now.” I can't possibly say that it's not just me who needs to eat. Since becoming pregnant, my appetite has doubled. It looks like my triplets will grow up well. “Don't be afraid of gaining weight. The most important thing is to stay healthy.” His dimples were visible when he spoke and smiled at the same time. Back in our school days. Many women admired Gabriel because he h

he hissed at me, turning his face away dismissively. "A whale?" I repeated slowly, my hand immediately going to my stomach as if protecting it. "I thought you cared about your weight so much. Haven't you noticed you have added some weight? You should watch what you are eating, or it will be hard to lose after you give birth," he added casually. One thing that I hate more than anything is adding weight, and even if I'm pregnant, I've been watching what I eat and keeping fit. "George, are you calling me fat?" I asked, my eyes narrowing dangerously.

The day summer break started after my third year of college, Mom and Dad drove over in their SUV to pick us up. My older sister, Janet Gould, helped carry the luggage. My younger brother, Harvey Gould, clung to Mom and soaked up her attention. When I carried my duffel bag downstairs, they stared at me in shock. None of them recognized me. "Liam, is that you? How did you lose so much weight?" Mom looked me over, her expression hard to read. For a moment, I thought she was worried about me. But then she suddenly frowned. "You're not sick, are you? We don't have health insurance for you." Janet looked at me with disgust. "Did you lose all that weight just to compete with Harvey for attent

“It’s not going stop me from loving you. It’s you who I love, not anything else.” Emily squeezed his hands tightly as another wave came in. “Just kidding of course, I am going to lose weight. I just can’t believe I gained thirty pounds. How I had eaten like a pig.” “No such thing. And don’t be calling our son a pig. You’re just eating what you crave for. What he’s craving for. That’s all. It’s all part of pregnancy. Also, it’s part of your hormones. Remember what John said being out of balance. Besides that, you didn’t do too bad.”

"Looks like you've gained quite a bit of weight since your last appointment." "Excuse me?" I'm freaking pregnant, what else is supposed to happen? "You're young, though, so I guess you aren't worried about your figure." He mumbles something about my metabolism slowing down, and anger makes my cheeks flush. "Oh well," he says as he walks around to where my knees are firmly pressed together. "Now if you'll just relax we can go ahead and get started. We can discuss the weight gain after."

It was as if they were grieving for their own husbands. Amidst the sighing, the ladies knew better not to rub it in for Hilda, so they merely afforded some consolation. "Some would say that gaining weight is a sign of a good life." "He actually looks healthier this way." "It must have been tough keeping that physique, being unable to choose what he liked to eat. Well, now he can." Among the voices of concern, there was bound to be that sarcastic one, this time in the form of Victoria. Her voice, almost on par with the sound of nails on a chalkboard, pierced through the chatter.

“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.

"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