Nikki Brooks Weight Gain Novels & Stories

And only a small-minded, niggling, petty person would dare mention it after all Akari's poor body had been through. “Don’t give me that innocent look. You know what you’re doing, Nikolai,” she said. “Stop touching the little roll of fat on my belly to remind me I need to tighten those muscles back up. I know I have more weight to lose, okay? I’m trying, all right?”

The digital scale number zipped up to 105. Brooke turned, chart in hand. She let out a small gasp. "You've gained thirty-five kilos." Tom looked over his shoulder at her. "Is that bad?" She avoided his eyes, but still looked him up and down. A smile pulled at the corner of her mouth. She straightened it out. "Your BMI is still low. It's all muscle so you're fine. Sit on the cot." Tom complied. The cot sagged under his weight.

I guess she isn't the by-the-rules daughter she used to be since it's obvious that she is a very willing partner. Nikki's polo and bra are on the crate in front of her. She is naked. I am rampant. Muscles flex under her sweaty and flawless skin, as Grant drives his cock into her soaked pussy. Nikki doesn't shave or trim. Her bush is full, and full of her lust right now, drops falling from the curly brown hair to the floor under her. Her breasts swing free underneath her ̶ not big, but not small. Her nipples are long ̶ very long, and very hard. Her hand pinches and pulls on one, as her other hand steadies her on that crate. She stifles a grunt every time Grant hits bottom. I hear her raspy wh

I can not eat them both. “You didn’t eat breakfast, or lunch. We’re gonna miss dinner. What’s holding you back?” “I don’t want to gain anymore weight” I keep my voice quiet. “Baby you’ve lost like twenty pounds in the past two months. You are getting to an unhealthy weight” “You don’t like my body?” My eyes start to sting, because I hate my body. But I don't want him to hate it, too. “I love your body. And I’ll love your body if you gain 50 pounds. Or more. I don’t love how you’re treating yourself. I don’t want to see you suffer like this”

Robin’s POV Another month passed, and I was horrified to find that I was gaining weight at an even faster rate than before. It seemed likely that there was more than one baby in there, a reality I wasn’t willing to accept yet. I had no problem accessing new clothing. Micah was buying my clothes as I needed them. The problem was that I needed it at an expanding rate because of how fast I was expanding. This is something I was struggling to accept. My looks were never something I obsessed over. I was always curvy, but this was adding extra weight to me, making me self-conscious.

“You do seem different now. Divorced women really do look more mature, don’t they?” Great. Morgan was still the same Morgan. She couldn’t go a minute without taking a jab, could she? I shot her a disdainful look. “Don’t make me say you’ve gained weight.” She instantly bristled at the remark. “I haven’t gained weight! After you texted me, I specifically went on a diet! The Do Sheng you created in the early stages was a skinny fairy! This lady lost weight from ninety-five pounds to ninety in less than half a month! For someone my height—five foot six—do you have any idea how much of a sacrifice that was? My C-cup shrank to a B!”

“You still eat carbs, right, darlin’?” She laughed out loud. “Only on Saturdays now.” “Are you fucking serious?” he asked. “As a heart attack,” she informed him. “If I want to keep getting the bikini shoots for next summer's ad campaigns, I’d better not pad these thighs and butt too much.” “Uh-huh,” he said. “Well, I don’t think it’d hurt you to put on a few pounds… you’ve been looking too thin lately.” His eyes narrowed. “I’m guessing it’s been the stress of Emma and the stalker. Yes?”

Her makeup is light and simple, with a pair of red bottoms to round out her outfit. I can feel myself getting hard, but this is not the time. We have to get through the meal before anything can happen. I start to think about anything that would make my excitement go down. Nothing worked until I thought of my ex-mate, and the blood started to return to my northern head. I sigh in relief and step aside, allowing Nikki in. “I think I’m overdressed.”

"This is so good. You're really talented." Julian smiled widely. "I'm glad you like it. I'll make this for you every day." We had breakfast together, joking and laughing. For a moment, I almost forgot my worries about my weight. But when I looked at the remaining smoothie in the bowl, that anxiety returned. "Julian," I said softly. "I'm still worried about my weight. The doctor said I shouldn't gain too much. But I'm already fat. What if I still gain weight even though I'm trying?"