Belly Stuffing Story Weight Gain Novels & Stories

The day summer break started after my third year of college, Mom and Dad drove over in their SUV to pick us up. My older sister, Janet Gould, helped carry the luggage. My younger brother, Harvey Gould, clung to Mom and soaked up her attention. When I carried my duffel bag downstairs, they stared at me in shock. None of them recognized me. "Liam, is that you? How did you lose so much weight?" Mom looked me over, her expression hard to read. For a moment, I thought she was worried about me. But then she suddenly frowned. "You're not sick, are you? We don't have health insurance for you." Janet looked at me with disgust. "Did you lose all that weight just to compete with Harvey for attent

She checked the screen at once. A message from Gerald: Not coming in today. Anna exhaled sharply, rolling her eyes. “So much for sitting around hoping he'd show,” she muttered. She stretched, letting out a soft yawn. Her stomach growled, loud enough to make her cringe. Oh, great. Her appetite had always been... impressive. After giving birth to Aiden, the combination of postpartum stress and hormone fluctuations had caused her weight to spike. But lately, she’d been doing better—down six kilos, no pastries between meetings, watching portions.

Even though I still have the salary, but if I spend a lot every day, I will only eat boiled eggs. My appetite increased after my body felt crushed. This morning, I also finished the breakfast Eros made. I realized that if my appetite is growing. At this rate of eating would increase my weight, and getting fat would be a possibility. I will stress because I gain weight. Now I’m rolling on the bed, unable to do even light exercise. So, just roll around on the bed. Who knows if I won’t gain weight, but it feels like my body hurts so much, I even feel like my bones are severed.

’ Minnie’s cries filled the whole room. Ashton sighed, hurriedly straightened his clothes, and went over to the crib to scoop her up. ‘Sweetheart, Daddy’s here. Let me see—are you hungry?’ *** I raised a hand and pinched the bit of soft flesh at my waist, frowning. Even though I’d lost more than ten kilos after giving birth, I still weighed a fair bit more than I had before pregnancy. My waist had noticeably thickened, even with a postpartum belt on. The flat stomach I used to have was gone.

Once I get settled, I'll give out everything. “Damn! I need to cut my weight,” I mumbled to myself when I saw my protruding belly. If I kept going this way, I might eventually get into trouble with my health. My weight increase was getting unhealthy. Sliding next to him, I made sure to stay as far away as possible from him. I barely breathed. Just sat like a statue until he spoke. Not surprisingly, he didn't like anything about my appearance. Well, he could get me a change of clothing if it bothered him so much.

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.

I was very active; in fact, I was always so hyper, and everyone was worried for me. I kept them on their toes; I was overly friendly, always in a good mood, and even my employees noticed the change in my behaviour. But that only lasted for a month. In the fifth month, I saw hell. I started gaining so much weight; my feet gradually became swollen, my ribs hurt all the time, I have heartburn, my back hurts, everything hurts. Sleeping is hell for me; I am in and out of the hospital and massage spas. My OB/GYN advised me to lose weight because my baby was becoming overweight and I was at a risk of having surgery.

“Gael seriously, answer me.” Swallowing, Gael makes up his mind. “Hudson was right. Your body has changed.” Furrowing her brows, Arabella sits up on her elbows. “What do you mean?” “You’ve been gaining a lot of weight, at first, I thought it was just stress but then I thought about it. It’s not.” As if to prove his point, Gael sticks his nose back to her stomach. “You’ve been gaining weight especially here.” Arabella’s eyebrows furrow even more. “Gael, why would i gain weight only down there? That only happens when a woman is pr-”

*****Epilogue.**** **Six months later.** The sounds of my laughter file through the air as Yulia fills me in on Dasha’s tantrums. Something the toddler lately developed. I laugh while shoving the food down my throat, feeling more happy and safe than I’ve felt in the past year. All my paranoia vanished and now I’m even adding more weight. Jeez. I never knew I had it in me. However, I’m not eating much as the doctor advised so it'll not make my baby fat in the belly, hence difficulty in giving birth. So, that means what’s making me add weight is happiness.

" I shrug. "I have become fat, Emily. Can't you see that?" She dumps the dress and sits across the couch I'm on. I scan her from head to toe. "You're not fat. You have just put on some weight. And that's not much. It's just that you're not skinny like before. This is the normal shape any woman can have who leads a normal life, not on supplements and workouts", I tell her. I don't know from which angle she thinks she's fat. I can tell that she has gained like 6-7kgs which isn't much.