Embarrassing Weight Gain Stories Novels & Stories

The thing was, LD and I were friends. I mean, close friends. Closer tham best friends, actually. We had been sharing the same friendship together ever since we were Pre-School (Her Mom and my Mom were Best friends, too.), that was why I witnessed all the struggle he had been ever since. He was obese, and his obesity was not just any other’s obesity. His case was different, because no matter how I tried to convince him to lose weight, and no matter how hard did he tried to at least engage on the idea of losing weight, he just could not still drop a pound. He had just gotten bigger and bigger, to the point that it was already alarming. If Andrei was fat, he was twice (or maybe twice and a half

She grabbed Lucille's hands and placed them on her waist. Lucille squeezed Eunice's waist just for show. Then, she said seriously, "I think you're right." Eunice felt even more glum when she heard that. She'd known it! The sales clerk had even told her the issue was with the clothes, not her. "I haven't been binge-eating or anything. Why have I suddenly gained weight?" She couldn't understand it. And why did the weight have to go to her waist? They were supposed to go for barbecue later, but she no longer had the appetite for it.

Susanna immediately chimed in, "Abigail just told me that she wants to lose weight." Upon hearing that, Margaret exclaimed, "Susanna prepares different delicious food for you every day. And after a lot of effort, you finally gained some weight. How can you want to lose weight now?" As the conversation heated up, Abigail yawned. When Margaret saw that, she suddenly thought of something, 'Gained weight... Feeling sleepy easily...'

After we got married, he loved me very much until I got pregnant. I gained a lot of weight, and I had stretch marks all over my abdomen and thighs. I was extremely swollen due to water retention. He started to look at me with gradual disgust. He would stay back at work more frequently. Sometimes, he would not even return for the entire night. Finally, he started to smile in front of me again. “Colhern, I’m not coming back tonight. My best friend is coming back from overseas. A few of the guys are going to pick that friend up and celebrate.”

The real show hadn’t even started yet. After a month of extreme dieting, I suggested going to an all-you-can-eat buffet. But I’d gained a noticeable amount of weight. I tried on several dresses I used to love. Some wouldn’t go over my hips. Others tore at the waist. Jason had just come back from his business trip. The moment he saw me, his face went dark with anger. “Eat, eat, eat. That’s all you ever do. You’ve been dieting for over a month, and you went from 121 to 143? Your neck is practically merging with your face!

I still haven't told Benson and I know I needed to do it as soon as possible. He almost found out, the last time he slept with me he commented how my body is adding weight. He said 'May, why are your breasts increasing and your stomach rounding?' I had replied that it is as a result of too much food. I told him that I had been eating more than necessary, and that's why I am increasing in weight. Although it is not totally a lie, I have been eating too much recently more than my usual appetite but I know it was as a result of the child growing in me.

she reminded me, encouragingly. "Yeah, nearly forty-five pounds on that Atkins diet, but I've gained nearly all of it back. I couldn't eat that no-carb thing for another six months. I was dying for pizza almost every day." I had ballooned back up to nearly three hundred pounds. I was a big guy, but should never be carrying more than about two-twenty. Cheryl had done as poorly, going from one-thirty-five to two-oh-five. "Well you guys are always eating out, and going on vacations. You need to discipline yourselves."

All I could do was sit and heal slowly while my body changed in ways I didn’t know how to control. The weight came back, little by little and I didn’t know how to stop it. I tried eating less. At one point, I barely ate at all, thinking maybe that would fix something. But nothing changed. People back home had called me "Fat Addie" for so long that I eventually got used to hearing it. Not because it stopped hurting, but because I learned how to swallow the pain and keep walking anyway. Hearing Mirabel say it out loud, though… It pulled everything back up at once.

"Violet order something, look at you! You're going to be a skeleton soon." I scoffed, I had plenty of meat left on me to be even close to calling me a skeleton, "You're wasting away!" Wait, was I really? Maybe I should do more wedding and the stress would make me lose weight. But of course Reed was just over-exaggerating like he does. If my jeans were still as tight as they were last month, I don't think I've lost any weight. I just hoped this was the monthly bloating that comes with being cursed like a girl.

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.