Extreme Weight Gain Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Is it bad?” “It’s explainable,” she said gently. She sat down across from me. “Years of chronic stress, Starvation diets, emotional abuse, untreated hormonal imbalance. Your cortisol levels have been through the roof for at least three years. Your thyroid is sluggish. Your reproductive hormones are completely suppressed.” Each word hit like a stone. Emelda took my hand. “What she’s saying is that your weight gain was never simply about food, Seraphina.” I looked at her. “What?”

“No thanks, I’m stuffed. I can’t take any more food. I’ll gain weight if I keep eating like this.” She couldn’t continue indulging like this. It wasn’t easy for her to gain popularity. What if she got fat and her fans stopped liking her? She certainly didn’t want the headlines to read: “Female celebrity, Mimi Norton, lets herself go. Gains weight and looks out of shape like a matronly figure.” Or anything like that. Zeke frowned. “You’ve only had a little bit to eat, and you’re already full? Don’t worry, fish meat isn’t fattening.”

A viewer immediately chimed in. "I agree with Madam! I went through the same thing before. He told me he's 190, and I thought he was referring to his height. "When we decided to meet in real life, I almost called the police! He turned out to be a 190-kg obese guy! That's 418 lbs! "Can you guys imagine? He's literally three of me put together! His face was all flab, and they jiggled when he walked. I was terrified!"

I couldn't help but laugh at Wendy's story. As I reflected on the past, I looked at Wendy with renewed interest. "Even if you gained ten pounds at your height and weight, you'd just have a more curvy figure." "Twenty pounds! No, forty pounds! If I liked Luke, I'd gladly gain forty pounds," Wendy declared. "Wow, Wendy, that's harsh!" Wendy couldn't stand the thought of gaining weight. She was extremely strict about her weight, and gaining forty pounds would be worse for her than being handed a knife to end it all.

It was almost like they thought we wouldn’t understand; they never bothered changing a word of the script the company had given them. After the awful TED‑talk, it was time for the weight. It was a ritual, almost like an exam of some sort. I stood on the scale, holding my breath and hoping that it would not be higher than my last weight, even though I knew I had gained some during vacation. It was healthy weight, strongly recommended by my doctor to avoid relapsing. “See, I told you to keep back on the carbs during your vacation. Now you come back and you are ten kilograms heavier?” Laura roared, standing up from her seat in one swift move that sent the chair clashing with the white wall beca

It seemed that he wasn't just fooling around with Talia. That lout had been chasing the skirts of any women he had his eyes on. I couldn't believe that I had actually treated a man like that as if he were some kind of prize. I had to have been completely out of my mind. I suggested going to a buffet after a month of starving myself and working out like crazy. I endured a month of suffering. Alas, not only had I failed to lose weight, but I had also gained even more. I pulled out several dresses I used to love and tried them on one after another. Some refuse to zip up, while the others split at the waist the second I forced them on.

"Yummy drumsticks! My master is such a handsome and awesome guy! But how do I tell my handsome yet foolish master that he can't keep trying to lose weight like that? "He's working out so much that his legs are shaking from exhaustion, but in the end, it'll be that awful man who benefits from everything he does!" I listened to Furball's thoughts in silence before giving him a peck on the cheek. He didn't have to worry about me. The games had only just begun. After spending a month working my butt off to lose weight, I suggested going to a buffet. However, in that time, I'd put on a ton of weight. All of the pants I owned no longer fit. Some couldn't even be pulled up past my butt, while other

Chapter 30 The words on the screen didn't make sense at first. Riley stared at her phone, her fingers tightening around the edges as her breath hitched in her throat. Right there on the main entertainment page, a massive headline stared back at her: *BILLIONAIRE DECEIVED TO FATHER SOMEONE'S DAUGHTER BY EX-WIFE* Directly beneath it, another site had already picked up the story with a different caption: *BILLIONAIRE DECEITFUL WIFE CAUGHT: THE SHOCKING TRUTH BEHIND FREDRICK WELLSPRING MARRIAGE*

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.

“Alright, alright. Drink this while it’s still warm quickly, please; I gotta get to my office today. Anyway, Alejandro managed to return just in time to give those Larks a piece of his mind, so everything’s even. ‘Sides, he even capitalized on them showing up at his front door to make them sign the contract right there and then, so hey, not exactly a fruitless fiasco, is it?” Tiffany looked at the soup and felt her stomach churning in retaliation. “I. Don’t. Want. It,” she declared. “I’ve been drinking the same damn soup every day! I wasn’t even this chubby-lumpy when I was pregnant, but since this confinement happened, I’ve been adding thirty pounds to myself! Thanks to this soup, I need to