Embarrassing Weight Gain Stories Novels & Stories

The day before the start of a new semester, Gianna Sutton, my online girlfriend, tells me she lost me to her best friend in a dice game. I haven't even figured out what's going on when she suddenly adds me to the group chat with more than a hundred people. I notice the newly made announcement pinned to the top. "Congratulations to Natalia, our campus belle, for winning herself a 220-pound boyfriend!" Just then, someone posts a photo of me from high school. I am wearing an oversized uniform in the photo, my stomach pushing against the desk before me. I am so overweight that my eyes are barely visible. Those in the group chat immediately go wild. "That thing can't be human! It's clearly a

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 only listened to him ramble on and on, before I asked, "Were you the one who drugged me?" During my last checkup, the doctor explained that the reason I had gained weight in the past was due to being injected with hormones, which made it impossible for me to lose weight, no matter what I did. That was the main reason why it became significantly easier for me to slim down once I left that house.

Riley quickly pushed down the memories, locking them away before they could break her composure. She cleared her throat, her expression hardening. "That was different," she responded bluntly. Ashton tilted his head slightly. "What made it different?" Riley opened her mouth to speak, but the words caught in her throat. She couldn't bring herself to talk about her body. Fredrick had always made her feel like her weight was a massive problem. For ten years, his entire family had spoken down to her, dropping cruel, subtle remarks about her appearance at every dinner table and social gathering.

She was blunt, and the truth was she didn’t mean to hurt my feelings. Abuela was concerned about my sudden weight gain. Gaining this much weight without warning was going to cause thanks to serious health issues. But what Abuela didn’t know was that I did have a reason. I was pregnant with triplets. It was a miracle I hadn’t gained more weight. I was afraid I was going to wake up one morning and I wouldn’t be able to do much, as roll off the bed. All I was going to do was lie there, wishing that I would give birth soon so I was able to fit into my clothes.

Liberty smiled and said, "Don't snack too much, or you'll gain weight. Gaining weight is easy, losing it is too difficult." It took her a year for her to successfully lose weight.

She laughed heartily at the question then said “I’ve had people in here that has been so depressed about their injuries that they gained forty kilos in two months. So don’t worry about that, from the looks of things, you are in much better shape than they were.” I blushed and unzipped my jacket. I pulled the sleeves over my hands before letting it slide off my shoulders. “That would’ve been the smoothest strip I’ve ever seen.” She grinned seemingly impressed. “I’ve had times where undressing had to be smooth and fast.” I replied cheekily.

Cold sweat soaked my spine. "Caution. Core temperature increase detected. Cause assessment—thermogenesis induced by unauthorized caloric intake." Another surge of electricity hit me. I spasmed and curled in on myself. Why did the red light go off even when I was trying so hard? I stared at the swollen back of my hand in despair. When I pressed it, a deep dent stayed, refusing to spring back. Mom was right. I was a monster, one who gained weight even from drinking water alone. No matter how hard I tried, it never came off.

I've gotta say I'm proud of myself. I wasn't always overweight. I've been in the normal BMI range the entire school years until I broke up with my boyfriend after graduation. From there on, I went into this steep line of climbing towards overweight in just three months that from a normal size 6, I went to size 12, sometimes 10 if I wear clothes fit to my body but mostly 12, because I like baggy clothes to hide my figure. So yeah, it's all because of that motherfucker. He didn't just broke my heart, he inspired me to eat crappy food -as crappy as him- that I swell everywhere with fat, making me gain kilos that I hadn't been able to lose until ten years later.

One year later I have been living in Congo for a year now and how can I tell you that I have become fat!! I have flesh as koko Grandma would say, no longer seriously I gained weight but on the hips, thighs and chest I do not understand, koko Grandma says that a woman's body is a secret that no one does not know how to remedy it, I have big plays now to say true I am not full! It's always better than being a skeleton!