Extreme Weight Gain Stories Novels & Stories

He’s the only one in the whole Crest Pack—a pack where my type, a 20-year-old lady who weighs 120kg with a large pouch called a tummy, is seen as a disgust For the past eight years, I've been struggling with an uncontrollable, persistent urge to eat. I must not set my eyes on food; my stomach will release a growl louder than any angry wolf, and if I don't set the food to my mouth, I will never rest. I eat every thirty minutes, and I'm not talking small quantities, but large ones. And slowly I gained weight until I became the biggest person in the whole pack. Everyone hates me; they call me ugly.

I only listened to him ramble on and on, before I asked, "Were you the one who drugged me?" During my last checkup, the doctor explained that the reason I had gained weight in the past was due to being injected with hormones, which made it impossible for me to lose weight, no matter what I did. That was the main reason why it became significantly easier for me to slim down once I left that house.

My name is Diana and I'll start out by telling you that I just turned 18 and I have been on medication since I was 17 for hearing a voice in my head talking to me. So I told my parents and they took me to a therapist and they diagnosed me with schizophrenia. But anywho I'm 5'5 and I weigh 125lbs I'm skin and bones but no matter how much I eat I can not gain weight.

“I just gave birth and am still recovering!” Summer was not sleepy after Jasper made her mad. She was among the minority group of pregnant women who did not gain weight after giving birth. Was this bastard regarding her with scorn? “You can go back and look for Victoria. Her body figure is better because she hasn’t had any children yet.”

“Why did you agree to date someone like me? I mean, I am sure that you would have been asked by many men out there?” “I don’t know. And stop saying ‘someone like me all the time in a low tone as if you feel disgusted by yourself.”, I responded. “If you are ashamed of your weight, then I can help you lose your weight. But that’s a suggestion.” “It’s genetic. No one can help me with it. I tried to lose weight once but ended up collapsing due to weakness, and then I had stayed in the hospital for weeks.” “Oh!”, Then I remembered the restaurant incident. Even his family members were healthy. “Then health should be your priority. Moreover, I’m more into panda than a wall.”, I added.

Raquel complained when she saw me in the kitchen. "Good morning, fiancé." I embraced her. "I wanted to cook breakfast for you. Are you hungry?" "I'm starving." She replied. "I'll set the table so we can eat." "I can manage. Just sit down. I'm almost done." "Am I fat?" She asked while we're eating. "No. You're pregnant so I'd say it's normal for you to gain weight." "I feel like I gained so much weight. I'll be huge as a whale by the time I give birth. I wish I can just stop eating. I've been eating thrice as much than I used to." She stated as she stopped eating.

I caught my reflection in one of the pots lining the wall and another quiet sob escaped my lips. The woman staring back at me didn’t feel real at all. Puffy, chubby cheeks. Red, hollow eyes and a swollen body which weigh over a hundred pounds heavier than I used to be. God… how did I become like this? It started two years ago when I gave birth to our son, Tristan. My Tristan. May God rest his soul. Complications during his birth had damaged parts of my body and my hormones went wild in the process making me add weight. The weight had came suddenly, settling in all the wrong places before I knew it until my once-perfect figure became shapeless.

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.