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Even the capital they gave her had been treated as a debt by her and returned once she could afford to. … With her grandmother's insistence, Gemma and Livian now had a basket full of different flavored cookies and crankles. She had spent the whole morning baking them. "I swear, she is trying to make me gain a hundred pounds." She joked as Livian drove off the compound. "Even if you did, your figure would still be gorgeous. You would be sexier, as a matter of fact." Flirted Livian, peeking at her from the corner of his eye. "Because most of that weight would go to your boobs, hips and butt. That would make you even curvier."

She laughed heartily at the question then said “I’ve had people in here that has been so depressed about their injuries that they gained forty kilos in two months. So don’t worry about that, from the looks of things, you are in much better shape than they were.” I blushed and unzipped my jacket. I pulled the sleeves over my hands before letting it slide off my shoulders. “That would’ve been the smoothest strip I’ve ever seen.” She grinned seemingly impressed. “I’ve had times where undressing had to be smooth and fast.” I replied cheekily.

“Apparently, Finn didn’t know how pregnancy works.” Aelia snorted and covered her mouth. Nate chuckled and but gave me a confused look. “What the hell are you talking about? Finn, whatever they are saying, don’t worry about it.” “I…but…” Finn was struggling to compute and I couldn’t stop the grin on my face. “Oh no…here is comes.” Noah gasped out. Finn looked at Maggie with tearful eyes. “I got on the scale the day. I…I’ve gained seventy-five pounds in four weeks.”

he asks and grabs some leftovers. "I'm okay," I assure then direct my attention back to Aaron. "Alright," he mumbles and grabs himself a fork. Hopefully this all goes well and he doesn't suspect a thing! A month later... About a month later and I've been working out everyday, pushing myself harder and harder each time. Thankfully, I've lost a lot of weight and my post baby body is really starting to disappear, other than the boobs, but I needed more of that anyways.

He was fucking thrilled that she’d put on a bit more weight, and it was more than just a hunch: that night, she’d told him that her one skirt was too tight to do up comfortably, and so she’d add it to the pile of clothes that she’d donate to charity. He’d gone on to high-alert at this news, since Tessa’s weight gain was still a source of stress for her sometimes. She was doing well overall, eating healthily but not obsessing over every calorie, and her weight had been creeping up maybe a pound or two a week since Christmas. She’d come to a place of serenity and acceptance about it, and in her mind, she’d set her target weight at one hundred and fifty-two pounds. She’d hit that weight the day

Hence, she forced a smile and pretended to greet Baby Zetty with ease. “Hi, my baby. How are you doing?” Baby Zetty looked a little depressed. “Mommy, I’m gaining weight again.” Angeline sat down with Baby Zetty and placed her daughter’s head in her embrace. She whispered to her, “Don’t worry about it. You’ll lose your baby fat soon.” Baby Zetty looked at Angeline and asked innocently, “Mommy, will I continue gaining weight like this? I don’t feel very good nowadays. Will I turn into a big monster?”

“I just gave birth and am still recovering!” Summer was not sleepy after Jasper made her mad. She was among the minority group of pregnant women who did not gain weight after giving birth. Was this bastard regarding her with scorn? “You can go back and look for Victoria. Her body figure is better because she hasn’t had any children yet.”

The numbers kept changing until they were set. Mistress Hawthorne recorded my current weight and said, "You've gained three pounds." She looked up at me with a look that chided me for gaining weight. I immediately said, "I'm sorry, Mistress Hawthorne, I'll try to lose weight." To my surprise, she said, "No need. You'd better keep it up. The Alpha of the Blood Moon pack is very satisfied with your figure." I'm surprised she didn't chastise me for gaining weight! That was so surprising.

"I've been eating everything in sight and I've still lost… let's see… almost twelve pounds! Ugh, it's so annoying." I lifted my gaze. It was true. On her petite frame, the loss was dramatic. Her cheekbones were sharper, her collarbones pronounced, giving her a gaunt, almost modelesque look. I let my shoulders slump, painting misery across my face. "I don't get it… I've been doing everything right, but I've gained ten pounds. I feel horrible." My display of defeat was the fuel she needed. Her preening intensified. "I guess it's just genetics! Some people are just born to be lucky, you know? Right, Zach?"

It has been one of the best and worse decisions I've made. I smile whenever someone realizes it is me and not some random girl in front of them. It shakes them, and some even hesitate to ask about the change, a change I welcome. I pass the old jogging couple, and I press harder. I'm trying to shed those few pounds I put on my last vacation, totally worth It, I must say. Eating and drinking with, dancing, and enjoying the beautiful sand and warm waters of the Caribbean. I even learned a little merengue or however you pronounce it. Yes, they were absolutely perfect, but once I was back home and with a couple of more days before going back to work, I couldn't help but notice the slight bulge on