Novel & Cerita Extreme Weight Gain Stories

increased by 1cm." "You heard him Gideon? I grow taller!" I shouted with glee. "So it seems love. I am happy for you. What an important achievement. We will celebrate later okay?" I nodded in agreement. "But your metabolism is still the same so you're weight also increased. You did not loose weight at all for the past year. You need to loose weight-" Fudge. This it. I want to cry. Truth hurts. "Shut up. She doesn't need to loose weight. She is perfect as she is. Mention her weight one more time see what happens." The doctor became flustered as Gideon

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.

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

The real show hadn’t even started yet. After a month of extreme dieting, I suggested going to an all-you-can-eat buffet. But I’d gained a noticeable amount of weight. I tried on several dresses I used to love. Some wouldn’t go over my hips. Others tore at the waist. Jason had just come back from his business trip. The moment he saw me, his face went dark with anger. “Eat, eat, eat. That’s all you ever do. You’ve been dieting for over a month, and you went from 121 to 143? Your neck is practically merging with your face!

The thing was, LD and I were friends. I mean, close friends. Closer tham best friends, actually. We had been sharing the same friendship together ever since we were Pre-School (Her Mom and my Mom were Best friends, too.), that was why I witnessed all the struggle he had been ever since. He was obese, and his obesity was not just any other’s obesity. His case was different, because no matter how I tried to convince him to lose weight, and no matter how hard did he tried to at least engage on the idea of losing weight, he just could not still drop a pound. He had just gotten bigger and bigger, to the point that it was already alarming. If Andrei was fat, he was twice (or maybe twice and a half

My second born, Erbao, was born with a congenital kidney deformity, and I’ve been trying to do whatever I can to keep him healthy. All on my own, I was able to survive, fully restore my health, and provide for my babies. After they were born, I started to work hard on my fitness and gained an excellent figure. That allowed me to eventually start a career as a personal fitness instructor, and my name is now well-known in the community. Yes, I’ve worked hard - even after being driven out of my home years ago. But now…I’m back.

It felt like all the small things we ignored came out at once. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore. Tears came to my eyes. “I can’t continue with this, Ryan. Every time you reject me. You don’t even want to touch me. How is that fair? Because of my weight? I try so hard with the work and everything to lose it, but it’s still difficult. Can’t you have some sympathy? I’m struggling here.”

"I've been eating everything in sight and I've still lost… let's see… almost twelve pounds! Ugh, it's so annoying." I lifted my gaze. It was true. On her petite frame, the loss was dramatic. Her cheekbones were sharper, her collarbones pronounced, giving her a gaunt, almost modelesque look. I let my shoulders slump, painting misery across my face. "I don't get it… I've been doing everything right, but I've gained ten pounds. I feel horrible." My display of defeat was the fuel she needed. Her preening intensified. "I guess it's just genetics! Some people are just born to be lucky, you know? Right, Zach?"

It was slower than that, heavier. The particular sensation of a story you have lived inside for sixteen years beginning to change shape underneath you, and there being absolutely nothing you can do to stop it. He had been saying my name at 3am. I had built everything on what I knew. The engagement announcement on a Thursday morning and the silence that followed. One phone call, his voice careful and low, my name in his mouth, and then the click of the line going dead because I had hung up before he could say anything else. I had made that story clean and final because clean and final was survivable. Open-ended wasn't.