Belly Stuffing Story Weight Gain Mga Nobela at Kwento

If anything, he had spoiled her into gaining some. "I got heavier." She hesitated, looked at her slim waist with no excess flesh at all, then at the ribs on her plate. After a moment of thought, she ate one piece. Another piece appeared on her plate right away. "Eli, I'm a designer. Do you think I can really afford to gain more weight? I'm almost 115 pounds." Elliott looked at her waist. It fit perfectly in his hand, just right to hold. That feeling was excellent.

She exclaimed and added chicken strips to the casserole dispersing the aroma more. "Sopas?!" I drooled out. "What more can I ask for you 'Nay! You're always making me special. I'm just lucky for not getting fat." I laugh touching my flat belly. Well, I can't be. I have works to be done, and excess weight is not good news for those. "Wait," Nay Julie suspiciously stopped me but I still responded with a smile. "What got into you? You smile a little brightest today." Am I?

Without further ado, she devoured the shrimp and the rolled omelette. "You'll choke, honey. Don't rush," Brandon said, stroking his wife's lips with his thumb. "When it comes to cooking, you are indeed the most reliable." "Just call me if you're hungry. I can cook whatever you want, as long as you don't mind gaining weight." Speaking of weight, Belinda pursed her lips as she placed her spoon and fork on her plate. Although her belly wasn't yet bulging, she felt her body getting heavier due to overeating since pregnancy.

“Damien, seriously?” “I mean it,” he says, holding his hands up defensively. “You’ve been mentioning your dress size changing, and—” Carol interrupts him. “Well, maybe I’ve been eating more than usual!” She places a hand on her lower abdomen. “But look at this—my belly always stays this way, no matter what I do!” Her fingers pause as she frowns, noticing for the first time that her lower abdomen feels slightly firmer than usual. “See?” she mutters, half to herself. “Maybe I really did gain weight…”

He glanced at me with a small smile, then returned his focus to driving. My lips pursed in annoyance. “My body is still beautiful, even though I eat a lot.” “I know.” Once again, I saw the smile on his face. It wasn't the mocking smile he had given me in the past. “It is unclear to me why my appetite has increased so much now.” I can't possibly say that it's not just me who needs to eat. Since becoming pregnant, my appetite has doubled. It looks like my triplets will grow up well. “Don't be afraid of gaining weight. The most important thing is to stay healthy.” His dimples were visible when he spoke and smiled at the same time. Back in our school days. Many women admired Gabriel because he h

My body looked completely different from what it used to. Five years of Callum pressuring me for an heir meant five years of stuffing myself with heavy fertility medications, hormone injections, and herbal brews that did nothing but bloat my stomach, widen my hips, and leave me carrying extra weight I couldn't shake off. I’d grown a fat ass and a softer frame, all while trying to fix a marriage that was already dead. Five days ago, I felt ashamed of it. Today, staring at my reflection, it was just proof of everything I’d survived.

I stepped on it. The number on the scale stopped at a figure that made me freeze. I had gained seven kilograms. Even though for the past two months I had been dieting desperately, my weight had gone up. I got off the scale and stood in front of the cracked mirror on the wall. My stomach was rounded. I was used to my fat stomach, soft, sagging, disproportionate. But now? My stomach looked different. Rounder and firmer. I touched it. Hard. I frowned. I pressed a little. Still hard. I pressed again. Same.

He slipped his hand into her shirt and caressed her belly. He stopped all of a sudden and stared at her face with his furrowed brows. Zara opened her eyes when he stopped his movements. “What?” She asked him when she felt him caressing her abdomen. “Don’t you think you gained a bit weight?” Zara was so surprised at his remarks. She didn’t gain weight on the contrary she lost four pounds when she checked in the hospital few months ago. “Strange!” He patted her abdomen and looked at her body in the mirror. Zara followed his gaze and saw his hand patting her belly.

I did a few nights ago, but I dismissed it for being bloated due to the noodles I had that night. But I was noticing it again. “You look good.” Sebastian complimented, his voice soothing. “A little weight does no harm.” His words were supposed to be assuring, but they were not so much. At least, not to me. I have tried to hard to maintain my old weight, and have started falling in love with my body. Now, I was gaining more weight. I should probably cut down the food I am eating. Yeah, that has to be it. I have been eating a lot more than before since moving to the pack house. That must have messed with my diet.

Afterwards, when she lay spent and nothing more than a quivering mass of sensitized nerve endings, Troy gathered her in his arms and kissed her lovingly and gently, exchanging the flavors of their sex. "Don't go to sleep, honey." Troy spoke when she yawned. "I made a meatloaf earlier and I want you to get a good meal. I bet you filled up on doughnuts and Coca Cola." He wasn't complaining about her bigger belly and bigger ass...which resulted in bigger tits. But if she was going to gain weight it should be at least due to a healthy diet. "I'm not getting bigger because I'm fat-"