Extreme Weight Gain Stories Novels & Stories

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,"

“It’s fine so long as my family isn’t hurt. Don’t call me a miracle doctor—I’m not one in the first place. I just saw that your young miss was a little overweight and helped her to lose it.” The crowd was taken aback. This man spoke of it so easily. Help her lose weight? If Sharon George could lose weight that easily, the issue would not have dragged on to this day. She had seen so many doctors, so many dieticians. Every single one decided that her obesity was an incurable disease. After he mulled over his thoughts, Luca asked, “Miracle Doctor Woods…no. Mr. Woods, will there be any complications if she loses that much weight in such a short time? Will it affect the young miss’s health?”

I was eating like a pig, shovelling food down my throat as if I could force the change through sheer stubbornness, but Red stayed hidden. In a sudden burst of frustration, I slapped an enormous, absurd amount of peanut butter onto a sandwich. The thick paste oozed from the sides as I bit into it aggressively. I didn’t care. In the past month, I had gone through ten whole boxes of peanut butter. Ten! I had read online that peanut butter could help with weight gain, so it became my closest companion. My entire day revolved around two things: meals that would help me gain weight, and exercises that would build my muscle strength.

Miss Bandit, did you gain weight? Bang! A loud sound came from the study, and Vermont quickly added, "Did you gain weight? The gym is having a promotion right now. They're giving a buy-one-free-one package for whoever has a body fat of more than twenty-four percent. If you're a little fatter, we could've signed up for it together." The next second, Felicity's voice came fiercely from the study. "You should eat more and gain thirty pounds to sign up for it yourself!" "Sure."

There were sleepless nights, endless shopping for diapers , cat baths to avoid compulsive crying and a life practically in prison, only inside my own house. If I knew I needed to solve a million things, including changing the certificate, due to Sebastian's pressure and telling Hector the truth? Of course I knew. But damn it, my life was turned upside down... And all because of six kilos of meat with a mouth... I said “six” kilos. Yes, because it grew like a pumpkin fertilized in soft soil. If she gained a kilo each month, Ben and I found ourselves wondering if at 2 years old she would weigh 24 kilos... Would she be obese at five? Would it be prudent to start a diet before one year of age?

In an instant, she cried hysterically and kept shaking her head. "I can't be fat, I can't... I can't eat now! Don't force me anymore! I will have to buy new clothes and shoes, and my work will be affected. What should I do?" "Do you know that I have gained almost 20 pounds in half a month? I have never gained so much weight before. I started to become like this when I was with you for a few days. I have tried my best to lose weight for a week now and I only have lost a few pounds. Don't force me to eat or my previous efforts would be all wasted. I can't gain any more weight now! Or I will be doomed!"

She sat in the very comfortable oversized chair and sat her bag on the floor as he sat down and placed a brochure on the desk. “My wife struggled with her weight for years. After our youngest, Pinky, it got worse and her doctor kept pushing her to go to the gym or something. Every one that she went to, she felt uncomfortable surrounded by gym rats and toothpicks. Shortly before her death, we discovered that she had thyroid cancer. I opened this gym for people who are like her.” “I completely understand how she felt.” Helen admitted.

Another delightful side effect. I have gained weight because even though I can’t taste shit, miss Bertha has been cooking up things she knows that are full of calories and I have been eating. My treatment has been put on hold because my blood results came back, that caused the treatment to be delayed until certain levels rose again.

She checked the screen at once. A message from Gerald: Not coming in today. Anna exhaled sharply, rolling her eyes. “So much for sitting around hoping he'd show,” she muttered. She stretched, letting out a soft yawn. Her stomach growled, loud enough to make her cringe. Oh, great. Her appetite had always been... impressive. After giving birth to Aiden, the combination of postpartum stress and hormone fluctuations had caused her weight to spike. But lately, she’d been doing better—down six kilos, no pastries between meetings, watching portions.

“Mila steps on a scale and it reads ‘to be continued.’” “Mila, can you only see your feet when you’re sitting down?” All these jokes used to bother me when I was freshman, and sent me down a dark path. I became fixated on losing weight. I spent hours at the gym, cut most of my calories, and scrutinized every inch of my body. I lost some of the weight but my health was not good. I had anxiety about everything and felt more tired than before. Gabe was the one that pointed it out but I ended up lashing out at him and fainting in the gym. I woke up the next day in the hospital with the doctors telling me I was dehydrated and malnourished.