Bella Thorne Weight Gain Novels & Stories

Bella sat curled in an oversized armchair, a sketchbook in her lap, actually drawing for the first time since we'd brought her here. I stood in the doorway for a moment, just watching. She'd changed in the week since we'd brought her to the cabin. The bruises had faded to yellow-green shadows. She'd gained a few pounds, filling out the hollows in her cheeks. She smiled more, laughed occasionally, and the constant wariness in her eyes had dimmed slightly. She was healing. And she was breathtaking. "You're staring again," she said without looking up, a hint of amusement in her voice.

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.

Well what supposedly should have been a neat bun but turned out to be messy. A few strands loosened and I tucked them under before giving a nod to my appearance. I didn't look bad, my cheeks if possible got a little bit bigger and I looked like I glowed. I was even putting on a little weight in the backside area. My breasts though were a little tender when I put the bra on. My eyebrows knitted in confusion as I stared at my changing body. What could I have been eating to make me gain weight The mumbling of Sonia on the bed got me out of my thoughts as I shifted my attention to her. She was mumbling incoherent words that I tried to understand but later gave up. Her eyes were half closed and h

They would have met properly at Nightfall Pack, but circumstances had prevented their earlier reunion. Zora's transformation amazed Elena. She looked more womanly now—her face fuller, her features softened, though she remained as beautiful as ever. "Trent is taking good care of you. You're gaining healthy weight," Elena observed with motherly satisfaction. "I'll increase my training, Mother. I don't want to get soft. But anyway, congratulations to us." "Congratulations indeed. If not for your mate, we might not be here. Please don't give him trouble." "You know I'm not difficult."

Kevin grabbed Thea's soda and put it next to his plate. "Since you don't want it, I'll drink it." Thea nodded. "Whatever." Aaron was keenly observing Thea's every moment. He asked curiously, "I noticed that you've lost so much weight recently. Are you on a diet?" Other girls might have felt embarrassed being asked about their weight but Thea was an easy going girl. She shrugged her shoulders and replied. "Yes, it's not good to be too big. When I lose weight, the skin on my face clears up, too." Thea said.

“Of course they do. All those girls lying to each other that being fat is beautiful. You’re really buying into your own hype, huh?” “Ryan, please.” My voice came out quieter than I wanted. “It’s my job.” “Job?” He took a long drink from the bottle, leaning against the counter. “Sitting on your ass taking pictures isn’t a job. Look at yourself, Bella. You’re getting bigger every damn month. It’s disgusting. I can barely stand to look at you.” The words landed like punches. I felt heat rush to my face and blinked back the sting in my eyes. “I’ve been trying. You know that. I watch what I eat most days.”

I whispered to my assistant and he nodded. That was why she didn't give any personal information. If I had seen her name, I would have known she was coming. I stared at Thalia. What was she here for? Thalia looked...different. She had lost weight — the kind of weight that adds weight to the right places. The short dress hugged her curves perfectly, the same curves I never knew she had. Her face had sharp lines, with little makeup she had on. Goodness, how did she become breathtakingly beautiful?

“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!”

With her appetite back, the title seemed like it was already in her pocket. Soon, competition day arrived. When Selina saw me, she froze. Her eyes quickly scanned the bead on my wrist before she blurted out, "Why haven't you gained any weight?" I raised an eyebrow at her. "Can't help it. I just don't gain weight easily." Her brow furrowed as she muttered continuously under her breath. "Impossible. Are there really people who don't gain weight..." Watching her question her entire existence, I smiled faintly. Of course there were not. Fat did not disappear. It was only transferred.

Mary protested, but I ignored her. "You are eating anyway. Dr. Whitford said you need to gain weight before the assault. You cannot fight effectively when you are malnourished." "I am not malnourished. I am just not as heavy as I used to be." "Mary, you have lost twenty pounds. I can count your ribs. That is not healthy." She looked away, and I knew I had hit a nerve. The physical changes from Montana bothered her even if she tried to pretend they did not.