Joshler Weight Gain One Shots

Tired of Being Skinny (Tyler WG)

Tired of Being Skinny

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I've been so fucking depressed lately. I'm tired of working out. I'm tired of running and not being satisfied with my body. I'm just so fucking skinny. My belly is so flat. I guess that's desirable to most but I'm tired of it.

I want to gain weight. I don't know how much weight. All I know is, I don't want a flat stomach anymore. I don't want a thigh gap. I want to be soft. I wonder what Josh will think...

I'm running my fingers over the lines on my stomach. Unhappy with the lack of fat. I wish I had something to grab.

It throws me out of my thoughts and surprises me when Josh puts his hand on my stomach.

"You're so skinny, Tyler." He says, his voice is groggy, being the first words he's said today. I sigh at his comment.

"I know." I express, feeling kinda shitty. I know he doesn't think it's making me feel worse by saying that... but it is.

"I'll never understand how you manage to stay so thin." Josh continues, I'm sure he thinks he's complementing me. It doesn't help that Josh thinks he's bigger than he really is. Josh is maybe bordering chubby depending on who you ask. I'd consider him skinny. I think he's beautiful nonetheless. I envy his soft stomach and thighs.

"I exercise to much." I state, feeling small. Josh wraps his arm around me and snuggles into me. It's really cute.

"I agree." Josh says, I'm again surprised. I guess he gets concerned, I don't eat a whole lot, on top of that, I exercise whole lot. I'm not trying to lose weight or anything, but at the rate I've been going, there's no chance I'd keep any fat on my body.

"I'm going to stop for a while." I tell him, thinking it through and making up my mind to gain weight. I wanna be big, I want to be fat.

"Stop exercising?" Josh asks me, confused. He gives me a questioning look, and I nod.

"Yeah, and probably start eating more." I say, knowing it'll be a lot more than just eating a bit more. I'm going to stuff myself until I start fattening up.

"I'm glad, I get worried when you work yourself so damn hard, you deserve to be happy." Josh says sweetly, before kissing me on the cheek, I can't help smiling.

"Thank you, that means a lot." I tell him, feeling genuinely happy for the first time in what feels like awhile. Josh is always the reason, he makes me so happy.

"Aw, of course, I'll always support you, baby." Josh says, he's so sweet. I give his thigh a squeeze, he's a sweetheart. A wait a bit before I respond, thinking about what I'm about to do.

"Even if I want to do some weird shit?" I ask, laughing at my choice of words, knowing how fucking weird voluntarily getting fat is. But I love the whole concept.

"Yeah," he laughs, his hand on my cheek. "As long as you're safe and happy." He continues, before kissing me softly. I can't help smiling though, I guess I should tell him.

"I just... there's something I want to do but it's kind of drastic." I warn him, the idea of telling him is making me more and more nervous, I try to hide my anxiety though.

"Drastic how?" He asks, sounding supportive, his hands on my shoulders.

"Well I'll look different." I say, my face heating up. He looks at me confused but he's listening.

"Just tell me what it is, honey, I'm not going to judge you." He says, his voice soothing to hear.

"Um, okay... well, I wanna gain weight." I say, my face hot, I'm so fucking nervous.

"Gain weight?" He asks, his voice still comforting but significantly more confused.

"I'm just- tired of being so thin." I say, putting my hand on my flat belly.

"Oh, okay, sure then." He says, I'm kind of thrown off by this.

"Is that okay?" I ask, confused, I was expecting more questions.

"Yes, of course, I just never would've expected that from you." He says and it confuses more.

"Why not?" I ask, trying to understand what he means why that.

"I thought you liked being skinny." He says casually, my eyes widen. I see how he thinks that, it actually makes a lot of sense, but it's not the case.

"No... not really... do you like me being skinny?" I reply, Josh's opinion is really important to me.

"No... well, yes, of course you're beautiful and I love your body... but I'd be fine with you gaining weight if that's what you want to do." He says, catching himself Incase I took what he said the wrong way. I think it's cute.

We talk for a little longer before I bring up something else I wanted to ask him.

"How much weight should I gain?" I ask Josh, glancing at him, he looks off to the side wide eyed, seemingly thinking about it.

"Um, damn, I don't know. How much were you thinking of gaining?" Josh asks me, I note how he avoids answering until I answer first, I guess I'd do the same. I shrug before saying something.

"I'm going to start with ten pounds, I think. Then see how much more I want to gain from there." I say, thinking that's safe to say, without scaring him by saying twenty or thirty pounds right off the bat. Even though it'll probably be more like sixty or seventy pounds. I don't want just be chubby, I want to be fat.

"That sounds good." He smiles at me. I kiss him and thank him.

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It's been a few weeks, I successfully past the ten pound mark by six pounds. I'm on my way to twenty pounds. After I gained ten I told Josh I wanted to gain another ten pounds. He's been very supportive. He cooks for me, it's really cute. I'm feeling bigger and happier. I'm really excited to keep getting heavier though.

Josh made me a big dinner and I stuffed myself full. I'm surprised when Josh encourages me to eat more. It's really hot. So I do as he says and end up really stuffing myself.

After that, it becomes routine for me to stuff myself, just about every meal. As well as late at night, which really puts the weight on quick.

Once I notice my shirts fitting a bit snugger, is when I start to feel really big.

After a few more pounds my jeans get almost to tight to wear. My belly continues to soften, as well as my chest. My face begins to fill out, my thighs and ass get bigger than I expected. I can't wait to see myself grow as I get fatter.

Josh comes up behind me, his arms wrap around me and his fingers press into my belly. I find it cute, however, it's also really fucking hot. He doesn't know that I think it's hot though.

"You look really good, Tyler." He says, his voice is deep. He rubs my belly softly, it's hard not to get overwhelmed.

"Mm, thank you, baby." I say, relaxing into his touch.

"How much heavier do you wanna be?" He asks, I realize he's beginning to like this too.

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I never know how to end one shots... I also had no idea what story I wanted to kick this book off with. all of my one shots/short stories are surprisingly very different. I'm going to have a mixture of stories but if anyone has a story idea they'd like me to write, I'd love to do that! Please send requests! My main issue with writing is running out of ideas, so send them all my way!