Novel & Cerita Weight Gain Fiction Male

I can’t say that it doesn’t suit him, but I’m not really prepared for it, either. “Wish I could say the same for you,” he says quietly, stepping to my side. “Have you lost weight?” “No, but I see that you’ve found some.” He has. The muscles swell alarmingly under his suit, more so than they ever have before. “Recovery looks good on you. I’m sure Justin agrees.”

he winks at me. "Did you really just feed me that bullshit pick-up line?" "I'm hoping it helps me get lucky later on tonight," he pushes off the door frame and slowly makes his way over to me. Since he's been laid up with his injury, he's lost weight, but it looks good on him. Just like it'll look good on him when he gains it back. Trevor has the type of body that can carry some muscle and be lean as fuck. He's hot both ways. My hands itch to curl around his midsection as he approaches me. There's a small hitch in his stride, but if I weren't looking for it, I wouldn't even notice it.

He raises a lazy eyebrow and I feel my cheeks burn with embarrassment. “I’m fat.” I still refuse to look at him as I spit out the words so many men have told me. They don’t want to cuddle because I suffocate them with my weight. Mr. Peccati grabs my chin and angles my face towards him. “Either you keep lying on me like this while I fuck you or you can sit up and ride my cock!” His voice is shaking slightly and his eyes are burning with anger. Panic rises in me. What did I do to make him angry now? I search his face for a clue of what I did and when he notices my anxiety he softens his expression and cups my cheek. “You are not heavy. I lift more weight than you on the press. I wrestle with t

Had he realized he could now Wynd wasn't awake to stop him? Nausea rolled the contents of my stomach around. I wished I hadn't eaten so much. I was going to gain too much weight with this pregnancy. I'd be fat and ugly and my stomach would be a great deflated bag after I gave birth to my daughter and who would want me then? Certainly not Tyler who had an Alpha's physique to go along with his Alpha appetite for sex. 'Are you OK?' The text startled me enough I knocked my phone in the floor. I scrambled down from the bed to retrieve it and water dropped onto my hand.

" He kissed me on my forehead. He was about to walk when I grabbed his hand. "But I'm already fat," I said and pouted. He raised his brow. "Fat? You're not." "I am!" I argued. I felt like gaining weight lately. Maybe this was good news? Gaining weight means you're in a healthy relationship. He paused and looked at me. "Okay, if you say so. But you're still sexy to me..." "What?! So you're agreeing I'm fat?!" He grinned and seemed to be enjoying my outburst. "And healthy..." he said. "I'm not done yet, Mrs. Esqueza."

I run my eyes up and down his form in a quick once over. He’s taller than me, like most werewolf males are taller than the females, but I can tell he’s not totally grown yet. It’s the same way Heath is taller than me, but while i can tell Heath has a tendency to grow into a warrior’s physique, all muscle and bulging calves, this young man looks like he’ll be be tall and lanky, ”You don’t happen to spend a lot of time reading do you?” The question catches him off guard, like I hoped it would, and now I'm not the one who’s flustered. It’s him. He chuckles and looks away as he responds, “I can’t imagine you’ve heard about me so quickly.”

After a couple of weeks, our parents invited us over for dinner at the same place we always went for dinner. I dressed up, for the occasion. Keegan as always couldn’t take his eyes off of me. “You look so beautiful Kitten” I couldn’t help it. I loved him I loved the way he looked at me as if I was the only woman in the room, as if I was the only thing his entire life revolved around and he still hasn’t left. My mom told me she had to come clean and tell him everything. And he still came for me, he still looked at me as if I was the best thing in the entire world. At first, he didn’t want to make love to me so I left him no choice when I dressed up into a sexy little outfit waiting for him in

I chuckle as I pull down my shirt. “Funny, but looking at your weight, even with the daily exercise, you’ve gained thirty pounds since your last visit.” I frown as I sit up. “I don’t think it’s proper bedside manner to tell a woman she’s gotten fatter, Dr. Noan.” She chuckles. “It’s good for the babies. Plus, you still look amazing. Half the men in town want to marry you.” “Only half?” She laughs. “All the men in town. Maybe you should give one of them a shot if you’re not going to get back with the father.”

I gulped, feeling a great deal of heat rising in my face, and possibly a little lower around my private region. God. I really hadn't thought this through. Looking down at myself, I closed my eyes on a wave of embarrassment. Within the past three weeks, surely a lot had happened to me and stress-eating was one of them. I gained weight. Quite a lot of it, actually. I felt bloated and ugly. It was impossible not to feel insecure. Especially, when Liam looked like that. His body, I swore came straight out of a magazine. I couldn't never understand how in the world did he stay so fit with so little free time on hands.

Or maybe there's a ghost trying to pretend that he's Conrad because he witnessed me miss him everyday? "Looks like you don't miss me at all." His voice sounds hurt but in a playful manner. After a second, the lights went on and it brightened the whole room. My eyes settled on the man standing whose back is leaning on the door. His arms are crossed and his sea green are into mine intently. He's wearing a dark blue suit that's probably one of his favorite suits. "Wow, you've gained weight." Really? After six months of leaving me with nothing but a fucking flash drive, that's what he has to say? I gained weight?