Bbw Weight Gain Stories Novels & Stories

‘I’m on call again tomorrow from eight in the morning so I might have to cut my gym class short. ‘I hardly think you’d need to bother about excess calories,’ he said as he closed the menu. ‘You’ve got a BMI of about nineteen.’ ‘I hope you’re not implying I’m too thin,’ she said with a quelling glance. ‘I’m in the normal weight range for my height.’ His eyes went to the slight swell of her breasts before coming back to mesh with hers. ‘It’s an addiction, you know.’ ‘What?’ she asked with a pert tilt of her head. ‘Looking at women leeringly?’

I reply as I take a sip of my pineapple juice. He's having Coca-Cola while I stick to my pineapple juice. “It's been years, miss. I think around the time when Genevieve wasn't even my friend. And now, she's my wife. Can you imagine how many years have passed?” I sprinkle a bit of my attitude at him. “You are so freaking dramatic, Conrad.” “And hey, G****e said that steaks are actually good for weight loss.” Conrad is not only dramatic, but he also believes G****e that much.

I recall her complaining to me after her primary care physician informed her that her kilo had increased by one kilo and 200 grams. I give her a friendly smile. "Sure, don't blame me in the future; blame your stubbornness, my dear." "Look at that delicious-looking dish!" Surely, the carbs and natural oil that I can see on food will aid in her weight gain. To the people who surround us, she waves like a fool, as if she is one of the Miss Universe candidates. Her greetings appear to be those of a Miss Universe winner, which is far too good to be true. But she's my wife, and I'll be there for her even if she's crazy.

Anyway, it is with her that I get my biggest doubts about pregnancy. "I practically took care of my younger brothers," I say, already sitting on the reclining stretcher and preparing for the induction of the probe. Gabby sits in a chair in front of the doctor's desk, full of expectation. "And I don't remember noticing such drastic changes in my mother's body. I gained five kilos in a short period of time, and for me in particular it has always been very difficult to gain weight.”

“You do seem different now. Divorced women really do look more mature, don’t they?” Great. Morgan was still the same Morgan. She couldn’t go a minute without taking a jab, could she? I shot her a disdainful look. “Don’t make me say you’ve gained weight.” She instantly bristled at the remark. “I haven’t gained weight! After you texted me, I specifically went on a diet! The Do Sheng you created in the early stages was a skinny fairy! This lady lost weight from ninety-five pounds to ninety in less than half a month! For someone my height—five foot six—do you have any idea how much of a sacrifice that was? My C-cup shrank to a B!”

I said as I stared at my naked self in the full-length mirror in our bathroom. I have gained about eighty pounds, and my boobs have grown into gigantic cantaloupes. Tanner helps me rub lotions all over my body twice a day, but the creams haven't helped with all of the stretch marks that keep popping up. I had only gained twenty pounds through my pregnancy with Cora, so I'm starting to get a bit mortified. Will Tanner still be attracted to me after all of this is over.

Tory didn't think the American culture would ever completely change their views on big women. "I noticed that the women in Lee's family are all…on the bigger side." Mama was far from a big woman. She had never made Tory feel bad about her weight, but in recent years when she drew close to the three hundred pound mark, Mama and Daddy voiced their concerns and offered to help her with some type of program. That's when she became obsessed with dieting—and none of it worked for her, not until she found a man that truly didn't care. And then the weight began melting off on its own. Not completely but enough that she was comfortable in her own skin.

Yet, not only did she not care about how hard it was for me, but she kept mocking me with snide remarks. I was beyond disheartened. Meanwhile, Daniel Webb stuffed the imported fruits I bought into his bag while chiming in to agree with her. "She's right, Greg. Not only do you have a double chin now, but your arms are so thick and flabby. You've got way too much excess fat. It looks like you might even knock Madison out cold with a single slap. "Hey, you're not just lying about trying to lose weight, right? Have you been secretly stuffing your mouth with food this whole time? If you put on any more weight, Madison might seriously dump you. Don't come crying to me when that happens."

I couldn't help but laugh at Wendy's story. As I reflected on the past, I looked at Wendy with renewed interest. "Even if you gained ten pounds at your height and weight, you'd just have a more curvy figure." "Twenty pounds! No, forty pounds! If I liked Luke, I'd gladly gain forty pounds," Wendy declared. "Wow, Wendy, that's harsh!" Wendy couldn't stand the thought of gaining weight. She was extremely strict about her weight, and gaining forty pounds would be worse for her than being handed a knife to end it all.

She just smiled and said 'That's how. Pam had a bit of a challenge on her hands. At 6' 3" and 265 pounds, Ben was a big man. Paul Bunyan, broad shouldered big. He wasn't fat, just well cushioned. He'd lost touch with going to the gym during his University days and had survived on pizza and beer a little too much. Pam sent him to a gym which specialized in toning up and weight loss and six months later he'd lost the soft layer of fat and hardened the muscles that had been hidden underneath it.