Novel & Cerita Extreme Weight Gain Stories

But as the sun was too bright, with Flora bending down a little as she lean on his shoulder, her shadow did not help covering Damien's sight, he ended up closing both his eyes with a scrunched face before he looked down to see her feet again, chuckling. "See? You're so beautiful, I can't even look straight into you," he punched a joke. Soon Flora joined his laughter and holding a hand on his shoulder close to her side, she lifted her legs one after the other to let him do as he suggested. She was not used to anyone bending down before he to help her take off or put on her shoes even when she was at the peak of her size, near to be called obesity. Two years ago, her weight had turned two hund

The short jeans that used to be worn up and down can't even be buttoned. I opened the door and went downstairs to see my aunt. “Auntie! Aunt!" I didn't dare to call out because I was afraid my child would wake up, because my aunt's house did not use soundproof doors. "What's up girl, would you like some cake?" She sat in the living room, watching TV while eating cake. "Looks like I'm getting fat, isn't it, auntie?" "Yes, that's right, who doesn't gain weight after giving birth!" My aunt replied nonchalantly. I ran up to my room and stood on the scale. God, sixty-six kilograms. Before I was born, I was only forty-nine kilograms.

Although she didn't eat much, she still became chubbier. She'd gained nearly 20 pounds in total. Most of her weight was because of her belly, and a small part of her weight grew on other parts of her body. Although she had become a little fatter, her limbs still looked just like any ordinary girl. Everytime George saw her walking around with such a huge belly, he felt nervous. He was afraid that she'd trip and fall one day. Sigrid held onto her belly with a distressed look and said, "My belly is so huge that I can't see my own feet even if I lowered my head anymore! It's all your fault!"

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

“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.”

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.

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.