Embarrassing Weight Gain Stories Novels & Stories

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.

Empty plates and glasses on their table, mocking them. Sin nodded. Feeling miserable because of the amount of calories she consumed in one sitting. "As soon as this is over," she pointed at the somersaulting melon in her tummy, "I am going to enroll on a strict regimental diet plan. I think I've gained another fifty pounds." She added in disgust. Her friend giggled. "My thoughts exactly. But your husband will still worship you if you weigh a ton."

My voice shrank, embarrassment curling tight in my chest. He winced, hands still loosely at my waist. “No—God, no. I didn’t mean it like that. I’m sorry. You’re perfect just the way you are.” His thumbs brushed once, gently, along my sides before he let go completely. I looked down at my feet, swallowing the old, familiar ache. Weight had been my shadow since I was twelve—diets, gyms, calorie counting, scales that mocked me every morning. No matter how hard I tried, the softness stayed. Lately, though, the stress of the last few months has carved a little off. Some of my blouses hung looser at the shoulders, my jeans didn’t pinch at the waist the way they used to. Small victories I hadn’t da

He’d manipulated me, and I had fallen for it all, hook, line and sinker. “I hope so. I’m starving, and it has been a while since I’ve felt truly hungry,” I told her, looking forward to our baked chicken dinner. She grinned. “That is a very good sign. Pregnant ladies are supposed to gain weight, not lose it,” she lectured. “I know, I know. I will. It’s hard to eat when you have to think about what it is going to look like coming back up,” I complained. She wrinkled her nose. “Gross.”

he said as I gasped loudly and pushed him to the side, quickly jumping into the water in embarrassment. Back when I served Ian and Neo in the pack, I made sure to live up to their expectations, so I ate and dressed well. But since I met Damon, I reluctantly let go of my old habits. In place of a flat stomach, I now had a chubby one, and my breasts looked slightly bigger than they usually were. This is when it was dawning on me that I had gained weight, and I felt embarrassed. A hand on my shoulder made me turn and look at him, but I quickly lowered my eyes.

she expressed her concerns about the extra weight she had gained. I could see her worry, as it was her primary concern in order to return to work without facing criticism. "I can't even fit into my old clothes," she lamented. "I've seen many people who have recovered and regained their initial shape," I tried to comfort her, but she countered, "Do you know how long it took them? I've already wasted months away from work, and every day new and young talents are emerging. Do you know how difficult it will be to reintegrate after so many months or years?" She lamented.

"You're allowed to. You're a new mom with a full-time job. It doesn't bother me to hear you complain. Hell, if I were in your position, I'd be complaining too." "It was so much easier when I was younger," she sighs. "Even with two of them. I've just not been able to bounce back like I did before." "We're older," I remind her. "It's bound to happen." "Even with my body," she continues. "I gained more weight with the twins and I was down to my pre-pregnancy jeans in a little over a month. This last ten pounds with Will? It won't budge. No matter what I do, it will not budge."

I can not eat them both. “You didn’t eat breakfast, or lunch. We’re gonna miss dinner. What’s holding you back?” “I don’t want to gain anymore weight” I keep my voice quiet. “Baby you’ve lost like twenty pounds in the past two months. You are getting to an unhealthy weight” “You don’t like my body?” My eyes start to sting, because I hate my body. But I don't want him to hate it, too. “I love your body. And I’ll love your body if you gain 50 pounds. Or more. I don’t love how you’re treating yourself. I don’t want to see you suffer like this”

" She had tried various methods for years, be it exercising, dieting, or other weight loss programs, but nothing seemed to work. In her worst year, she tried starving herself until she passed out. Fortunately, she was discovered by the servants at home and sent to the hospital in time. That incident caused her to be scolded by her father. He told her that although it was good to lose weight, her health must come first. After trying over and over again, she lost faith that she could lose weight and even started to talk badly about herself. Every time she went out, she would wrap herself up so as not to be seen by others. She didn't want anyone to see her body.

I offered and he refused straight up “I’m not interested in sharing clothes with you in the end “Fair enough” I replied “Want more snacks?” he asked and I couldn’t help but glance at his table top that had lots of empty packs of snacks on it “If you continue like this, you’re gonna be obese” I responded “That’s not possible, having sex with you helps me loose weight” I dropped my phone with my mouth agape, I was about 79kg, what was his point? I rolled over him, held him in place and started biting him making him laugh uncontrollably, he tried to shift me away, but I was like glue.