Extreme Weight Gain Stories Novels & Stories

he replies. I snort at him. “Tell me about it. Been there. Done that. Avoided the repeat,” I inform him. “I remember,” he rasps. “Did that turn you on?” I ask him, biting my lower lip. “Just the thought of you committing violence makes me hard, princess. Well, just thinking about your sexy body turns on,” he purrs. I sign feeling not sexy at all. “I’m getting fat,” I grumble. “So? You’re pregnant and eating for two now. Weight gain is bound to happen,” he states.

Not with Bernard. So I told him everything. My Dad, my stepmom and her daughter, Paisley and Caden too— everything. I left nothing out, and it felt as if a weight was lifted off my shoulders. I took a deep breath and the continued again, "And my condition, I didn't know how it all happened. I started gaining weight after I married my ex husband. I became someone I didn't recognize at all," "From irregular periods, to missed periods. I started having some weird mood swings, anxiety and depression creeping in. I began to visit the hospital, but they couldn't find exactly what was wrong with me,"

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.”

Even if there were no family rules restraining them, they would never be ungrateful or unfaithful bastards. “Have a seat, Seren. I’ll get someone to prepare a nutritious drink for you. You’ve lost some weight. Other women usually put on weight during their pregnancies, but you’ve lost weight instead. You promised you’d take good care of Seren, Zachary. Look at you. You’re about to have a pot belly while my daughter-in-law is losing weight. You must’ve taken all her supplements.” “How do I have a pot belly, Mom?” His mother could say whatever she liked about him except that he had put on weight. Did he really gain weight?

Not that I should brag about getting the perfect combination of foundation to hide bruises. I’m a mother of FIVE! That means over the last THIRTEEN years of my life, I’ve been pregnant five times. I have stretch marks and a muffin top that no diet or exercise will eliminate. My ex used to tear me down about how I supposedly let myself go and how I should be happy that he even wanted to have sex with me. If becoming morbidly obese would have gotten me out of that marriage faster without risk to my health, I’d have eaten buckets of greasy fast food for every meal.

“You’re enormous, and you go on for over an hour every time. If you really want it that badly, go find a prostitute.” God. Over an hour. That must feel incredible. Some people were dying of thirst while others drowned. Mark’s size and stamina were astonishing, yet Janet treated it like a burden. Meanwhile, I was empty and aching with need, yet Gordon would rather take care of himself than touch me even once. The world really was not fair. With a sigh, I climbed out of bed and padded miserably to the guest bathroom in the living room.

Being the only human granted me a lot of people that made it their life goal to make my life a living hell, not to mention I was also overweight, which only added to my misery. Unlike the others with the werewolf gene, I gained weight no matter how hard I tried to eat healthily. My parents took me to the hospital when I was younger, and we learned I had a hormonal imbalance which led to my weight gain. It was bad enough being teased for being human, I also had others making fun of my weight.

She started changing her diet and can notice a difference after only a month. She lost 10lbs, which ok is not a lot, but it helped improve her thinking about her fluffy body. She's always been disappointed in her body since the twins. Before them she wore a size 9. The funny thing is, during her pregnancy she only gained 32 lbs. Right after birth she lost 20lbs. But the 5 years she stayed at home with them, she saw her putting on weight. At 225lbs she was disgusted with her weight. Make that 215lbs now.

I told him about the pregnancy book I was reading, about the baby's development in these weeks, and Julian listened enthusiastically. But when we finished eating, I felt the need to tell Julian about something that was worrying me. "I need to tell you something." "What is it?" Julian looked at me with concern. "I've already gained two kilograms. I'm afraid it's too much. The doctor said I shouldn't gain too much. What if this is too fast? What if it harms the baby?" Julian took my hand. "Two kilograms isn't much. That's normal for pregnancy." "I was already fat before pregnancy. And now I've gained two kilograms. What if I keep gaining? What if I can't control my weight?"