Embarrassing Weight Gain Stories Novels & Stories

“Including losing weight again to escape the feelings?” “Yes.” She bit her lip. “That’s one of the things that I talk about with Rianna. How to gain weight slowly and with healthy food, and not panic and stop eating as the numbers get higher and higher on the scale. How to handle all the feelings and memories that come up as they do. For me, gaining weight is – complicated. It’s way more than just going to McDonald’s every day and stuffing my face with abandon. Lots goes on in my head every time I step on the scale, and see the numbers going up, and none of it is good.”

"I've been eating everything in sight and I've still lost… let's see… almost twelve pounds! Ugh, it's so annoying." I lifted my gaze. It was true. On her petite frame, the loss was dramatic. Her cheekbones were sharper, her collarbones pronounced, giving her a gaunt, almost modelesque look. I let my shoulders slump, painting misery across my face. "I don't get it… I've been doing everything right, but I've gained ten pounds. I feel horrible." My display of defeat was the fuel she needed. Her preening intensified. "I guess it's just genetics! Some people are just born to be lucky, you know? Right, Zach?"

Who could live with someone this cold-hearted? The baby cried anxiously inside my womb. [Mommy, why are they lying? You're the one who saved Grandma and Grandpa!] I gently stroked my stomach and whispered, "Don't be scared. The truth will come out eventually." But the backlash grew far beyond anything I anticipated.

I always envied those people who claimed stress killed their appetite. The ones who raved about shedding pounds during difficult times, too anxious to eat. I’d heard those urban legends shrinking stomachs, food aversions, miraculous weight loss from nerves. But me? No such luck. So naturally, when Theron casually mentioned we’d be visiting his intimidating parents, my stomach decided it was dinner time.

They had wanted a boy, had planned for a boy, bought for a boy and what did they end up with? An embarrassment if their tales were to be believed. I had always been on the larger side, struggling to control my weight ever since I was a child. It was all too easy to steal into the packhouse kitchen in the dead of the night. The chef there took a liking to me, telling me her stories of a childhood abroad as I ate all the snacks and then some. I laughed along with her as she told me her life and imagined a world far away from the Hell I was living

I slumped back on my bed as tears began to roll down my cheeks, what's so wrong with me that he cannot accept me, why is he doing this to me, am I that slim that he doesn't want me, I can go on a diet and add weight if that will make him like me, and he complained about my age too, but it's not my fault that I’m 20, I picked up my phone to search on G****e on how to gain weight, maybe he would like me if I changed myself a little, A message suddenly pooped into my phone, I clicked on it to check what it is, but was surprised to see the picture of a pregnant lady “This is the woman I love, the soon-to-be mother of my child, end this marriage or watch me destroy your life”

Now, it only looked like irritation. I swallowed. “I don’t have time, Lena. What’s the number?” He asked again, impatience creeping into his tone. My gaze dropped to the scale beneath my bare feet. The digits glowed up at me like a verdict. 304.4 lbs. My heart skipped, and tears spilled before I could stop them. I had gained again? When I was supposed to be losing? After all the skipped meals and morning walks that left my knees aching… this is what I got?

Just looking at what he held reminded me of the foreign sensation between my legs from the previous night. I touched my collarbone without thinking and was about to move down when he sent another message. "Don't touch yourself." I grew even more restless, but reminding myself that this was part of the treatment, I forced myself to endure it. Even though the fabric was chiffon, I couldn't stop feeling self-conscious about my breasts. Whenever I bent over slightly or sat down in public, I felt as if everyone was staring at me. At noon, Vincent sent a message. "Take off your underwear and send me a photo."

"But I want to talk about your weight and the shortness of breath you've been experiencing." I felt my body tense up. "Is something wrong, Doctor?" Dr. Evans sighed. "Your weight gain is a little faster than expected. Two kilograms in a short time is quite significant. And the shortness of breath you're experiencing could be a sign that your body is having difficulty adjusting to these changes." I felt tears welling up in my eyes. "So I am too fat? Am I endangering my baby?"

"You don't care about anything else anymore. You've gained so much weight." His gaze swept over me, and for the first time in years, I felt ashamed under my husband's eyes. "You aren't the woman I fell in love with anymore." The words hit harder than anything else he had said. My head snapped up. For a second, I couldn't breathe. Adrian shook his head. His expression was a mixture of frustration and disappointment. “You know, one of my colleagues actually saw you at a supermarket a few weeks ago.” He laughed humorlessly. “To think he actually congratulated me, believing we were having a set of twins because of how fat you've become! Do you know just how much you embarrass me out there? How t