Embarrassing Weight Gain Stories Novels & Stories

"Can I see your belly?" Merrigold was hesitant. She remained quiet... for some time. Wanting to prove the old woman wrong Merrigold roughly threw back her blankets standing up, she pulled her dress up to her stomach. Looking at Mrs Brown's reaction, she looked astounded looking down at it and Merrigold saw it, the slight curve almost egg shaped. She could not even see the hairs of her vagina. It should have been the first thing she saw. How had she gained so much weight and not realized it? It was weight gain that's all she told herself. Shocked herself, she immediately put her dress back down went back into her blanket. Her heart was beating so fast. No no no.

He said to me. “How? I am not gaining weight,” It was true because no matter what I eat I do not gain weight. “I'm going to get you pregnant.” I laughed when he said that. His mouth is so vulgar but nuh ah, that won’t work on me either. “Haha hubby, even if you impregnate me now, I will not gain weight. When I got the twins pregnant, I was still sexy, ask mom.” I said to him while he’s still putting sunblock at my back.

She couldn't imagine her body in a month or two, she would be like a lump of fat in her office. The main problem may not be her weight, which will increase with increasing gestational age, but people's attitudes and their responses. Sometimes it makes her worry and get panic attacks because she is afraid of getting ridicule or even sarcasm from them because she suddenly got pregnant after all the scandals that happened to her. The smack she'd created might have quelled all of that, but only partially. She believes not everyone will believe the story is too simple. If they had thought more complexly, they would surely have linked the kidnapping to news of her sudden pregnancy. Then if that ha

since when was this guys his di** not challenging? I hugged Gerald's waist and inhaled his scent. Only this man, who made me cry, laugh, spoil, upset, miss, at the same time—he who can turn all my life upside down. "Are you stressed?" I know this is a stupid question. But Gerald must have had many stress, dizzy, and challenging college problems, not to mention taking care of his small family. We just fought. "Why are you getting heavier?" I'm lazy to respond. Already know pregnant women gain weight. I haven't looked in the mirror. Maybe I'm ugly now. That's why Gerald doesn't want anymore.

“No, he does. He eats when he’s stressed. He eats his feelings. Then he eats because he loves food. The amount of calories going in doesn’t match the amount that he works off when he gets time to go to the gym.” “Hence the weight gain.” Nodding, I finished my cup of coffee and rinsed it out as well. “Then he gets upset that’s he’s gaining weight and he eats more. When he was little, he was a chubby kid until his height shot up between middle school and high school. He’s always struggled with it. Now though…we are all getting older.” “You’re really not old.” Rosaria took the mug from me and put it on the drying wrack. “You make it out as this horrible thing but you guys aren’t even close.”

"It happens because my hormones don't function properly, so I started taking a new medication. I used to weigh significantly more because of it." "Really?" "Yeah, I'd say at least three sizes bigger in jeans," I admit. "I'm not like Piper or Abby, and I hope I don't resemble either of them. But it's made me feel much better about myself." I shrug, noticing that we're getting closer to our destination. "I know it's not the same as being in a wheelchair for life, but it's significant to me. I don't tell anyone because most of the people I know now didn't know me when I was heavier. So, I don't want those who don't need to know to find out."

I felt embarrassed at his words. Dad and Mom also burst out laughing. And I did not know whether they were laughing at me for my fatness or something else. “Darling, don't stress yourself about the meals. It is normal for you to gain some weight when pregnant. After you give birth, you will go back to your normal body,” Mom explained. I looked at her with some doubt. “Are you sure?“ I asked. I was scared that they were just happy to see me gain more weight.

"Shannon, if you still can't control your eating, you'll die! Your father died from obesity. I don't want to lose you, too!" She wept, and a sense of helplessness washed over me. I did not know how to make them believe I had not been sneaking out to eat or eating junk food secretly. I did not want her to worry, and I did not want to die. Desperate for answers, I posted my story online and asked for help. Most people mocked me or told me to stop lying. Everyone insisted I must be eating in secret. Only one reply caught my attention: [Have you thought about your sister having something to do with this? Why is she losing weight while you keep gaining it?]

And then it was over. "Why?" The words kept tumbling from my mouth. I'd gone over all this in my head so many times, but I can't remember the last time I talked to a real person about it. Maybe I never had. "I wore a size six wedding dress, I was a perfect 36-24-36. I was marrying a gorgeous, successful man from an important, wealthy family, and in less than a year and a half I had a beautiful baby girl. Paige was such an easy pregnancy. Will was harder, I had more trouble keeping my weight down. My doctor told me I was close to having gestational diabetes, and I had to work really hard to get my figure back afterwards. Then, with Charlie, there was no 'close to'. I gained more than seventy

the man continues, his voice softening. "But she gained over a hundred kilograms after the birth of our third child. I’ll admit... I was very unhappy about it at first. Nothing we tried was able to make her lose the weight.” I collect the bag from the counter, half-listening to him as I withdraw my phone, ready to walk out the door. “Then I saw this clip online,” the man says, his tone turning incredibly earnest.