Weight Gain Fiction Male Novels & Stories

His hand goes over my back and hip, no doubt feeling how skinny I was. "You need to eat, baby, especially to gain weight your body desperately needs. I love you no matter what size, so just eat for me. Please, "I melt as he stared into my eyes. I was already in love with him. "I will try. I wasn't allowed to eat much in the warehouse," he gathered me close and lays down with me on top of him. I could feel his hard body under me, and I melted into his arms. Theo pov

He laughed softly “Not like that. Just... Just take a good look at me, realize that you are not the only one marked, that you are not the only one with stretch marks or stories on your body.” He took my hands and brought them to his hips, making me feel slight lifts in those places. “Are you forgetting my past?” He asked raising his hands when mine continued to outline their marks “Are you forgetting that I weigh 120 kilos? Don't you remember my constant struggle with being overweight? Do you think I downgraded and got this body out of nowhere and that wouldn’t have at least a mark of what I was?” As he spoke, I noticed that there were more white lines on his abdomen and in the area around h

“Some people can eat whatever they want and look great. Others can’t.” “And you think I’m one of those people?” I asked incredulously. I was aware of the thickness of my thighs, of the way my stomach protruded slightly over my jeans. I’d gained weight since I’d lived with Lucian, and that was mainly out of depression. I used to be a lot more active. Now I wasn’t active at all. “Yes.” His eyes were locked on mine as he placed a piece of salmon in his mouth. “Have you not noticed my curves? The way my thighs stretch my jeans?”

He touched his face and glanced at the reflection in the mirror, which mimicked his every movement. He noticed that his appearance now resembled his old self, but everything seemed more proportionate, and his handsomeness had reached a whole new level. As he looked down, he couldn't help but notice that size of his dick had also changed—his size had increased from the modest 6 inches to a more impressive 9. He now had a set of defined six-pack abs and an athletic, muscular build that exuded strength. His height had also increased, standing tall at 6'2", up from his previous 5'8". The transformation was undeniable.

My entire day revolved around two things: meals that would help me gain weight, and exercises that would build my muscle strength. And, somehow, it was working, at least on paper. After all the eating, the training, and the struggling, I had managed to put on seven kilograms. At five feet five inches tall, I was now almost fifty kilograms. It was a small victory, but a victory nonetheless. To me, though, it didn’t feel like much. I saw myself every day in the mirror, same face, same body, so I didn’t notice the changes as much. But they were there.

"Too bad, you were in such a hurry, you made me your wife instead..." I glanced at him, and noticed his gaze lingering on my lips. Then his eyes roamed my body with a lustful desire. "Promise you will not get mad..." He said, I nodded, I suppose I trusted him now. "Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately, Elodie? Your body is changing, and I'm so grateful for it..." "Why is that? Is it a good thing that I'm getting fat?" "Huh!" He scoffed, "Baby, you're not getting fat, you're just growing into the type of woman I fantasize about..."

Don't get me wrong; of course I want to be sexy as hell, but I also want to stay healthy. I wouldn't say that I am fat; you might label me as mid-size and I could flawlessly fit into any size 11 outfit. I have to blame my weight gain on all the junk food I consumed, and before I knew it, time was beginning to take its toll on me. Since I put on some weight, I usually wear clothes that keep me covered aside from when I'm working out at the gym. Fuck, having hot sexual intercourse with more than one person is all I can think of.

The man had swaggered into the ring with his lithe, corded muscles and an easy fluid grace, but as I watched with growing horror now, I could see his body turn… denser. That was the only word to describe it—the weight he seemed to put on in just a matter of moments as his muscles became thicker, growing more corded, and tight. Harder. His face too seemed to take on an added layer of fat… and wait… I narrowed my eyes, frowning. Had he added an extra inch or two? I wanted to cry out, call everyone’s attention to the fact that he was blatantly cheating. I even opened my mouth to do so, but then something, I don’t know what, stopped me.

“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.”

“You’re what, one hundred and thirty pounds soaking wet?” “One hundred and thirty-two.” He snorts. “Big deal, two pounds won’t change anything. I’m more than twice your size.” “What?” I can feel him smile against my ear. “Before my injury, I weighed in at two hundred and eighty-five pounds. I’m a little weaker now due to my leg, but I will get back there.” “Oh my god, you’re huge.” He laughs. “It took you this long to notice? Do you need glasses? I could buy you a pair...or two.”