Belly Stuffing Story Weight Gain Novels & Stories

“Here, you should drink some soup after you finish eating. It’s a little hot, so be careful.” Tiffany caressed her bulging belly and frowned. “I don’t think I can drink anymore. Our baby might have been growing up too fast recently and might be expanding in my belly. Everytime I eat, I feel very full despite only eating a little, but then I’ll get hungry again very fast.”

She started looking worse each day, like she had aged ten years overnight. The voice in my belly screamed in frustration. [Damn it! You deducted my happiness points again. What am I supposed to do for the next checkup?] [How dare she boss my mom around?! This woman is really wicked! Mommy, I feel so bad for you.] That wasn't all. I bought exercise equipment to keep myself fit and a tiny camera to track my fitness progress. After working out, my body had grown visibly healthier. The fat I had gained from being force-fed finally started to disappear, and even my terrifyingly huge belly shrank a little.

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.

Even if there were no family rules restraining them, they would never be ungrateful or unfaithful bastards. “Have a seat, Seren. I’ll get someone to prepare a nutritious drink for you. You’ve lost some weight. Other women usually put on weight during their pregnancies, but you’ve lost weight instead. You promised you’d take good care of Seren, Zachary. Look at you. You’re about to have a pot belly while my daughter-in-law is losing weight. You must’ve taken all her supplements.” “How do I have a pot belly, Mom?” His mother could say whatever she liked about him except that he had put on weight. Did he really gain weight?

But I had developed a serious craving for sugary food. But what surprised me was that I also started to show. The bump on my belly looked small in the morning and rounder by evening. Sometimes I caught my reflection and blinked—already? Only three months had gone by and I felt like my body had leaped ahead by weeks. My dresses fit tighter. My hips and breasts were fuller and heavy, and when I walked, I moved differently, careful without even thinking. I had definitely gained weight, and Ezra was constantly buying me new and more comfortable clothes to wear.

I murmur as I slide the multiple dishes of food onto the island counter. Sitting a few spaces down from Beck, I fill my plate and chew down as if I haven't eaten in weeks. Truth be told, until recently, I've never eaten so much. I needed to gain weight anyway, but after what Hardin did to me my eating problem got worse. I had to force myself to consume small amounts of food, even when it sickened me. It only took a week or so for my stomach to stretch, ever since then I haven't stopped eating.

Both of them didn't have high expectations for Kel, they just hoped that he would have a safe and joyful life forever. When Kel was 100 days old, he had already grown to nearly sixteen catties. After Jessica gave birth, she enrolled in a fitness class and it took her over a month to regain the looseness in her abdomen. Her weight did not fully return to her pre-pregnancy state, and she was a little heavier than before she got pregnant. But she had a small frame, so even though she gained some weight, she didn't appear fat, just plump.

And I had let that lie grow because I was too scared to face the truth. I pressed my hand to my stomach. My body wasn’t the same anymore. I’d gained weight during the pregnancy and still hadn’t lost it all. It didn’t matter, not really, but it helped me build a cover story. I told Henry I needed to pick up a weight-loss supplement I’d ordered from a wellness boutique on the other side of town. I wore gym leggings under my coat and carried an empty tote bag. He didn’t question it. He kissed me goodbye and told me to drive safe. That made it worse.

"I followed Inspector Ronald out of the waiting room, and he led me to the seat beside Dad. At first, the media didn't see me because Inspector Ronald was covering me, but as soon as he stepped aside and stood beside me, everyone was surprised to see me. I still didn't recover my weight. I am still a little pale, even though the Doctor said that I was fine and there are no hidden injuries in my body; gaining weight is hard, especially since during my stay on the island, I used to eat a small portion. Now my stomach aches if I eat a lot. The Doctor advised me to try to increase the portion of food I eat gradually so that my stomach will get used to it. I sat beside Dad, and the cameramen's ca

It was able to divert the pain that was still lingering in the back. "It's funny after all." Angga's chin landed on Maureen's shoulder again, sending a peck to the stream of sweat that ran down the curve of her collarbone. He cupped the still-taut round object without hesitation. "Can it be shaped like this?" "Angga, ish!" Maureen's fears were instantly dispelled. She thought about what Angga had said about her body shape, which was still maintained even though she had not been exercising or dieting for the past two weeks. Angga was really trying to gain weight with a high-calorie menu.