Fattening Weight Gain Stories Novels & Stories

A cold, terrifying intensity radiated from my gaze, locking her in place like a predator pinning down its prey. "So do you have any idea what pure, undiluted rooibos does to a woman who isn't pregnant when she drinks it on an empty stomach?" I whispered, my voice a dark, menacing purr meant for her ears alone. "It gradually eats you up and eventually makes you infertile. This agonizing pain tearing through your midsection right now? It will eat you up from the inside, burning through your body until you are no longer fit to ever carry a child."

I told him about the pregnancy book I was reading, about the baby's development in these weeks, and Julian listened enthusiastically. But when we finished eating, I felt the need to tell Julian about something that was worrying me. "I need to tell you something." "What is it?" Julian looked at me with concern. "I've already gained two kilograms. I'm afraid it's too much. The doctor said I shouldn't gain too much. What if this is too fast? What if it harms the baby?" Julian took my hand. "Two kilograms isn't much. That's normal for pregnancy." "I was already fat before pregnancy. And now I've gained two kilograms. What if I keep gaining? What if I can't control my weight?"

the man continues, his voice softening. "But she gained over a hundred kilograms after the birth of our third child. I’ll admit... I was very unhappy about it at first. Nothing we tried was able to make her lose the weight.” I collect the bag from the counter, half-listening to him as I withdraw my phone, ready to walk out the door. “Then I saw this clip online,” the man says, his tone turning incredibly earnest.

With it, I lifted my gaze and game him a questioning look. “What? Why aren’t you eating? You should try your dishes. These are amazing!” “Are you thinking that you will be ugly if you gain weight?” he asked. “I won’t gain weight, Chly, this is how my body really looks even before. Plus, I am doing hard workout slash training-” “Do you think you will look ugly if you gain weight?” he asked again. I sighed. “Yes,” I confessed. “No, you won’t. I don’t think that sizes will affect your appearance, but if ever it will, it will make you even prettier.”

Even though I still have the salary, but if I spend a lot every day, I will only eat boiled eggs. My appetite increased after my body felt crushed. This morning, I also finished the breakfast Eros made. I realized that if my appetite is growing. At this rate of eating would increase my weight, and getting fat would be a possibility. I will stress because I gain weight. Now I’m rolling on the bed, unable to do even light exercise. So, just roll around on the bed. Who knows if I won’t gain weight, but it feels like my body hurts so much, I even feel like my bones are severed.

"From today onwards, don't worry about others anymore. Take good care of the child and make yourself fatter." Pouting, Natalie retorted unwillingly, "It's not that I need to be fat to take good care of the baby. We need to do it scientifically, okay?" "At least, I've never heard that science let you lose weight during pregnancy." Natalie, "…". Uh... She really didn't know how to refute this. However, why was she a kilogram lighter? She had eaten a lot, but why didn't she gain weight at all? Thinking of this, she reached out to touch her stomach and felt that it had become bigger. Moreover, now that the bigger was growing, it was indeed time for her to gain some nutrition. But…

“How goes the living together thing?” “Great,” Maggie said wryly as she helped herself to a raw carrot. “Except for the small matter of my rapidly-expanding ass.” “Um.” Katie’s brow furrowed as she took in her friend’s half-frown. “Say what about your ass?” “I’m gaining weight at an exponential rate,” Maggie announced. “I have done ever since me and Joe got back together, really, but since I’ve moved in, I’ve put on six pounds.” She glared down at her thighs. “I blame the croissants.”

“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.”

" I shrug. "I have become fat, Emily. Can't you see that?" She dumps the dress and sits across the couch I'm on. I scan her from head to toe. "You're not fat. You have just put on some weight. And that's not much. It's just that you're not skinny like before. This is the normal shape any woman can have who leads a normal life, not on supplements and workouts", I tell her. I don't know from which angle she thinks she's fat. I can tell that she has gained like 6-7kgs which isn't much.

Now it was practically hanging off her. Her brother stated firmly, “You need to eat some seriously fatty food.” Giovanni’s fingers were working the material of the tie deftly as Gianna protested, “Fatty foods are not the way for me to gain back any weight.” “But think about it,” Giovanni insisted. “We could have pizza and ice cream and all those fatty, super unhealthy American foods that are really bad for you but taste amazing.” “We?” Gianna scoffed, knocking him gently on the arm. “You don’t need to gain any weight.”