Weight Gain Fiction Male Mga Nobela at Kwento

But I wanted him to be back on his feet before making a move on him. When he woke up, he was lean and less muscular but after six months of feeding him, he grew in weight and his muscles came out. I would always drool whenever I see his abs, they were just too masculine. You must know that in my clan, the men were more feminine because of our skills. Larry's looks and physique got me completely hooked and obsessed. The only thing that made me frustrated was that he would turn a blind eye to all my advances. I never made a major advancements due to his health but I would make subtle movement and still, he was unmoved.

"Coach says I should gain a couple of pounds, but I'm doing fine. The other team members accuse me of being a pretty boy, saying I care too much about my appearance to gain weight." I rake him up and down. "How tall are you?" "Six-foot-five and two-hundred and ten pounds. I should gain like eight more pounds of pure muscle, which would put me in a great spot." I stare at him. "You're already huge." He grins. "Thank you." I lift my hands in mock surrender, smiling. "But hey, if you want to get bigger, I'm not here to stop you. I would never complain." "Really?"

“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.

"Can you guys imagine? He's literally three of me put together! His face was all flab, and they jiggled when he walked. I was terrified!" "If it were me, and I really am 190 cm tall (6'2"), I'd definitely write it in bold and all caps!" "It's a well-known fact that men like to fake their heights or round them off to appear taller than they actually are. Usually, we'll need to take a few inches away." "418 lbs… I can't even bring myself to imagine it. I'd never be able to reach that weight in this lifetime."

I offered and he refused straight up “I’m not interested in sharing clothes with you in the end “Fair enough” I replied “Want more snacks?” he asked and I couldn’t help but glance at his table top that had lots of empty packs of snacks on it “If you continue like this, you’re gonna be obese” I responded “That’s not possible, having sex with you helps me loose weight” I dropped my phone with my mouth agape, I was about 79kg, what was his point? I rolled over him, held him in place and started biting him making him laugh uncontrollably, he tried to shift me away, but I was like glue.

The way his nails traced my back, his warm breath hitting my skin, sending shivers down my spine, his breathy moans in my ear, the strength he used to pin me down, his control on my hands not letting my hands slip away under him, the aura he gave out, everything played in my head, too clear to forget, at least a happy memory. I let out a shaky breath, tilting my neck to look at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were swollen, ringed with dark eye bags that told a sleepless night. My skin looks paler than usual, it wasn't suiting my deep brown hair that laid freely on my shoulders. I pressed my hands against my shoulders, my clothes feel tighter these days. I felt bloated with my stomach gr

Don't come crying to me when that happens. Before I could say anything, Furball's thoughts came flooding again. "You despicable man! The only reason my master hasn't lost any weight is because of that horrible Weight Swapping System you used on him! Every single pound he worked hard to lose ends up coming off your body instead! "Meanwhile, you spend all your time gorging on the richest and fattiest food you can find, and every single pound you gain ends up on his body. That's why he keeps putting on weight!

Her brown eyes staring at me with utter apprehension. I turned to the man she was cheating with. He looked like any normal werewolf. Broad shoulders, well sculpted frame, powerful rippling muscles and an overall aesthetic physical appeal. It was the gift for all male werewolves who put in even little work. He was nowhere as physically impressive or good looking as I was. Looking down at his stubbornly erect member which refused to lose its vigour and stuck up like a defiant entity, he wasn't even as impressive as me in that department. I had more length and girth than he did.

He was so comfy and hard, I loved that I was laying on him even though I had opted for sleeping in the bed because I worried my weight was too much. He'd objected, insisting I remained on his body. James wasn't like most men who cooed their women with flattery words like 'It's fine. You practically weigh nothing.' even when they weighed more than they could carry. He'd agreed I weighed a lot, but that with curves like mine, he expected even more. Then he'd bragged about his body build, stating the obvious: I could carry times two of you.

Sadly, I discovered that I had gained another four pounds instead of losing weight. My once slender body now felt more curvaceous. Yesterday, when I met Wendy, she said I looked radiant and glowing. Wendy's sincere compliment made me waver in my resolve to diet again. "Is Ms. Middleton worried about troubling me or Mr. Walker?" "Neither!" I couldn't explain to Marianne, so I lied, "I've gained weight recently, and my clothes don't fit well anymore. If I keep eating like this, I'm afraid I'll turn into a roly-poly."