روايات وقصص ضمن Fattening Weight Gain Stories

“Apparently, Finn didn’t know how pregnancy works.” Aelia snorted and covered her mouth. Nate chuckled and but gave me a confused look. “What the hell are you talking about? Finn, whatever they are saying, don’t worry about it.” “I…but…” Finn was struggling to compute and I couldn’t stop the grin on my face. “Oh no…here is comes.” Noah gasped out. Finn looked at Maggie with tearful eyes. “I got on the scale the day. I…I’ve gained seventy-five pounds in four weeks.”

He said to me. “How? I am not gaining weight,” It was true because no matter what I eat I do not gain weight. “I'm going to get you pregnant.” I laughed when he said that. His mouth is so vulgar but nuh ah, that won’t work on me either. “Haha hubby, even if you impregnate me now, I will not gain weight. When I got the twins pregnant, I was still sexy, ask mom.” I said to him while he’s still putting sunblock at my back.

"No, Juan! I've told you repeatedly... I'm on a diet. Don't try to tempt me." The desire to keep portions down was influenced by Lauren's statement the other day, and last but not least... it was Anitta who unraveled all the negative, but honest, knowledge from the woman's mouth. Moreau had researched her approach, knowing that the contraceptive pill was the main suspect readily accused of the weight gain. She had asked Abihirt to use a contraceptive, though last night the man had opted for another alternative simply to avoid the possibility of pregnancy.

A girl at the table had even mocked her, asking if she wasn’t afraid of getting fat. Back then, Julissa had arrogantly declared she was the type who never gains weight no matter what. But who really never gains weight? She eventually plumped up a bit and even hit 100 lbs. Every time she weighed herself, she’d get upset, but Scott would just hug her waist, lift her up and say, “Still manageable. A little more weight won’t hurt.” Thinking about all that, Julissa scratched her head sheepishly. “He does seem to enjoy watching me eat…”

And we take a seat on the same sofa. - My story begins when I was thirteen. I gained a lot of weight because my parents had just divorced and each blamed the other for the failure of their marriage. I was so fat that I had trouble moving around. Everyone made fun of me. Even my mother, it was my father who didn't throw stones at me. I decided to go and live with him. At school, it was hell, constant mockery, no one wanted to come near me for fear of suffering the same fate. I locked myself in my studies and I was the first in my class. But when it came to boyfriends, no one wanted to approach me, let alone hold my hand. When I got my diploma, I promised myself I would lose all this excess we

"Zephyrine, we've made supper for you." The three people stood there with steaming hot food – noodles, soup, and vegetables. It seemed they hadn't fought this time; each of them cooked something different. Unfortunately, Quentin Bennett didn't want to enjoy that dish. So the three of them turned their gaze toward me. After that day, I weighed myself and found out I had gained six pounds. I fell silent for a moment, stepped off the scale, and murmured, "I guess I've been eating too well." When studying intensively with good food around, not gaining weight would be against the laws of nature.

Mia choked a bit and promptly dismissed him, "That's absurd. I haven't gained weight. Which part of my body looks heavier?" Were Timothy's eyes playing tricks on him? "You even have a double chin now," Timothy pointed out. Feeling self-conscious, Mia touched her chin and realized that it did seem a bit rounder. She immediately retorted, "It's called baby fat. Besides, it's not like you're paying for my meals." Accustomed to Mia's sharp wit, Timothy responded calmly, "Well, you've been dining at the Barrett residence for three years." "Yeah, but I didn't gain weight during those three years. The fact that I've gained weight in such a short time after moving out—what does that suggest?"

A month of bland food, morning walks every day, bitter medicines, and the result was only 2 kg. Clara said goodbye and went home. Gianna went to the kitchen to prepare lunch. I was alone in the living room. I reached for my phone. I didn't know what I was looking for. I just typed into the search engine: "Fat people die easily." Thousands of results appeared. I read them one by one. Obesity increases the risk of heart disease. Obesity causes early death. Overweight people have shorter life expectancies. Studies show, the fatter a person is, the higher the risk of death.

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

Before I was born, I was only forty-nine kilograms. “Auntie, I gained weight, gained seventeen kilograms! What's up, auntie?" I felt like crying, I'm only seventeen or eighteen after all. “Going to the gym with auntie!” I think again and again, only this way is the best. Must be determined within a month to lose at least ten kilograms. Since I'm going back to school next month, I don't want to see everyone with a fat body again.