Male Weight Gain Story Novels & Stories

After having to endure his touch at every available opportunity, I heard him say something that saved me from certain rape. He was ranting to my mother about how she had better not gain any more weight because he hated heavy women. That night, I started eating everything I could hold without puking, and by the end of the month, I was fifteen pounds heavier. This continued until I gained almost fifty pounds. It was obvious my size was a complete turn-off to Jim. He stopped touching me and instead insulted me at every turn, but I didn’t

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.

the man continues, his voice softening. "But she gained over a hundred kilograms after the birth of our third child. I’ll admit... I was very unhappy about it at first. Nothing we tried was able to make her lose the weight.” I collect the bag from the counter, half-listening to him as I withdraw my phone, ready to walk out the door. “Then I saw this clip online,” the man says, his tone turning incredibly earnest.

“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've been eating everything in sight and I've still lost… let's see… almost twelve pounds! Ugh, it's so annoying." I lifted my gaze. It was true. On her petite frame, the loss was dramatic. Her cheekbones were sharper, her collarbones pronounced, giving her a gaunt, almost modelesque look. I let my shoulders slump, painting misery across my face. "I don't get it… I've been doing everything right, but I've gained ten pounds. I feel horrible." My display of defeat was the fuel she needed. Her preening intensified. "I guess it's just genetics! Some people are just born to be lucky, you know? Right, Zach?"

It was a manifestation of love and care. Although she was happy, she still pouted. "But I've gained weight recently..." "Who said you've gained weight?" Charles turned around and looked at her. "You used to be malnourished and skinny. Now you're still thin." Nancy had indeed gained weight. She was about 5'6". She used to weigh only 92 pounds, but she weighed 96 pounds now! She felt that if she didn't control herself, she would soon weigh 100 pounds.

He set it on the table and even pulled out her chair for her. Mrs. Desmond chuckled as she sat down and was handed a cup of warmed milk. She took a sip, "Darling, thank you." "Eat a little more." "In just a month, I've gained over two pounds." Mrs. Desmond complained. During her first pregnancy with their son, her belly hadn't shown any difference at this stage. But now... sigh, her whole body had expanded by another large circumference. It was no different from raising a pig! "It's alright; the doctor said it's a normal increase. No need to worry."

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."

It was able to divert the pain that was still lingering in the back. "It's funny after all." Angga's chin landed on Maureen's shoulder again, sending a peck to the stream of sweat that ran down the curve of her collarbone. He cupped the still-taut round object without hesitation. "Can it be shaped like this?" "Angga, ish!" Maureen's fears were instantly dispelled. She thought about what Angga had said about her body shape, which was still maintained even though she had not been exercising or dieting for the past two weeks. Angga was really trying to gain weight with a high-calorie menu.

‘240.’ The machine flashes the number in cold, unforgiving red. For a moment, I simply stare at it. Then I step back. Thankfully, no one is here. My fingers curl around the hem of my shirt as I look at the number again. Two hundred and forty pounds. Twenty pounds. I have gained twenty pounds in the last two weeks. Twenty. Since the day he found out I am his mate, my body has felt like it no longer belongs to me. Every day has been a battle against a stomach that twists itself into knots, a heart that refuses to slow down, and a mind that never seems to stop screaming.