Extreme Weight Gain Stories Novels & Stories

The day summer break started after my third year of college, Mom and Dad drove over in their SUV to pick us up. My older sister, Janet Gould, helped carry the luggage. My younger brother, Harvey Gould, clung to Mom and soaked up her attention. When I carried my duffel bag downstairs, they stared at me in shock. None of them recognized me. "Liam, is that you? How did you lose so much weight?" Mom looked me over, her expression hard to read. For a moment, I thought she was worried about me. But then she suddenly frowned. "You're not sick, are you? We don't have health insurance for you." Janet looked at me with disgust. "Did you lose all that weight just to compete with Harvey for attent

I murmur as I slide the multiple dishes of food onto the island counter. Sitting a few spaces down from Beck, I fill my plate and chew down as if I haven't eaten in weeks. Truth be told, until recently, I've never eaten so much. I needed to gain weight anyway, but after what Hardin did to me my eating problem got worse. I had to force myself to consume small amounts of food, even when it sickened me. It only took a week or so for my stomach to stretch, ever since then I haven't stopped eating.

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.

“Or do you just not care because you’ve never had to control yourself?” “I’ll clean it,” I say quickly. “I’ll make more.” He laughs. Short. Ugly. “Make more?” His eyes drag over me, slow and deliberate. “You’ve already had plenty, haven’t you?” My face burns. I stare at the floor. At the sauce spreading between the cracks. “You know what people see when they look at you?” he continues. “They see a fat girl who doesn’t know when to stop. Eating. Standing. Existing. Just too much.”

“Then my mom told me obesity was a thing that ran in the family. My grandfather died when I was five; I don’t remember much, but I saw his pictures. My mom and aunt also showed me pictures from when they were younger, and they were really overweight at some point, until they did something about it… So, my mom switched my diet. It was really hard at first, especially when I went to college here in London. She and my dad got me a private chef and all. I was going to the gym six times a week. I had a PT… but I kept gaining even when I didn’t eat much…” The doctor nods in a way that tells me she knows more than I understand. It only amplifies the worry swelling inside my chest, gradually suffoca

To avoid gaining too much weight, Rachel took several small meals throughout the day. She couldn't wait to eat as the food was served. She complained to Cyrus, "I am eating so much everyday ever since I became pregnant. I have already gained 20 over pounds and I will only give birth during the summer. I'm afraid by the time I deliver, I would be 130 pounds!" "You look better with some meat on your bones. In fact, some of the weight you gained goes to the baby as well. You're not the only one gaining all the weight." Cyrus coaxed her, "Even if you weigh 150 pounds, you'd still be adorable."

And then it was over. "Why?" The words kept tumbling from my mouth. I'd gone over all this in my head so many times, but I can't remember the last time I talked to a real person about it. Maybe I never had. "I wore a size six wedding dress, I was a perfect 36-24-36. I was marrying a gorgeous, successful man from an important, wealthy family, and in less than a year and a half I had a beautiful baby girl. Paige was such an easy pregnancy. Will was harder, I had more trouble keeping my weight down. My doctor told me I was close to having gestational diabetes, and I had to work really hard to get my figure back afterwards. Then, with Charlie, there was no 'close to'. I gained more than seventy

Neither one of us was going to starve ourselves to make others happy. Besides, until I got in the accident, we worked out daily. Sometimes even went on a morning jog. I can't wait until my body gets fully healed and goes back to normal. I lost twenty-five pounds while I was in a coma. Before the coma, I weighed one hundred and forty pounds. Most of that was muscle, though. Now I weigh one hundred and fifteen pounds, and the strength I had, had weakened and diminished. I wouldn't say I like it one bit, but I'll get back to where I want to be.