Plus-sized Elf Weight Gain Novels & Stories

His cheekbones were more pronounced than before, his chin sharper, and his eyes slightly sunken. He looked much thinner overall, but the way he smiled had not changed. It was still gentle and warm, the kind that made people feel at ease. “Delia, you’re here.” Elias stood up to welcome her. Cordelia sat down, looked at him, and could not help saying, “Elias, how did you lose so much weight?”

He smiled and caressed Eli's face. "You seem to have gained a little bit of weight since I was not around. I'm not sure if I should be happy or upset." Sean tried to change the topic. "Would you like me to be thinner or fatter?" Eli was a simple-minded person. Just like that, she had gotten sidetracked. "I'm hoping to be the one to fatten you up a bit." "Don't you worry, I could still gain 500 grams," Eli countered. Sean smiled affectionately at her. Just wait a little longer. Just a little longer and everything would be fine.

he teased Darryl. “Is this your real energy? It’s just ordinary,” Darryl ridiculed, looking calm without the slightest sign of panic. The Infinite Elixir Manual recorded a type of Giant Pill. After consuming it, not only would it increase one’s strength, but it would also increase their body size. Its effect was just like what was happening to Darshan. In The Nine Continent, anyone with some talent in elixir production could produce the Giant Pill. Therefore, Darryl would not take him seriously.

She felt suffocated inside her room and needed to meet her best friend, Sarah, the only person who could understand her. However, when she opened her wardrobe to grab her favorite clothes, her stylish denim pants, fitted dresses, and nice blouses, they no longer fit her. She tried putting on her favorite jeans, but they wouldn't even go past her hips. She tried her older clothes, but everything was far too tight. Buttons wouldn't snap, and zippers refused to go up. She had gained weight! They ate three times a day over there with fresh food and delicious meals prepared by Aling Maria, and Matthew was always reminding her to stay healthy. In that short span of time, her body shape had changed

"What?" "Torin weighs two hundred pounds as a human. When he shifts into his Vanguard hybrid form, he weighs eight hundred pounds and grows three feet," I explained rapidly, stepping closer to the table. "Biology cannot create mass out of nothing. Where does the extra six hundred pounds come from?" Elias stared at me. "It is the blessing of the Silver Light. The Goddess gives it." "The Goddess is physics, Elias," I shot back, the terrifying reality of the situation clicking into place. "And I just figured out her math."

he muttered. “My mom worked a lot when I was a kid. I learned to cook early,” she explained. “She needed help around the house.” Ellie ate slowly, mostly watching Zane devour his food like it was the best meal ever. When she finished her portion, she pushed it across the table. “I’m done. Can you finish this?” He gave her a look. “You didn’t eat much.” “You know I can’t.” Ellie knew her body would fill out soon enough. She’d already gained some weight, and with her slow metabolism, she would regain more. She planned to watch it carefully.

She just smiled and said 'That's how. Pam had a bit of a challenge on her hands. At 6' 3" and 265 pounds, Ben was a big man. Paul Bunyan, broad shouldered big. He wasn't fat, just well cushioned. He'd lost touch with going to the gym during his University days and had survived on pizza and beer a little too much. Pam sent him to a gym which specialized in toning up and weight loss and six months later he'd lost the soft layer of fat and hardened the muscles that had been hidden underneath it.

"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

he insisted. Figure? By this time, Elsie was choking with laughter. She had obviously put on weight after giving birth, primarily due to emotional stress. She said jokingly, "Childbearing already did that to me. Get me a red velvet cake, please." Mr. Johnson was aware of this because his wife had gained a lot of weight during her first pregnancy. She never looked the same after that. But that did not lessen his love for her one bit; he only respected her more. After lunch, Elsie and Mr. Johnson were set to discuss the reason for their meeting.

The deep voice sounded like leaves rustling. Rhychard turned until he saw a tall, lanky elf standing a few feet to the edge of the path. He thought Ohlin was tall, but this elf was a skinny giant. Rhychard stood five inches past six feet, so when he strained to look up to see the elf's eyes, it scared him a bit. If this elf meant him harm, he would be hard-pressed to fight him off. "And you are?"