Female Cartoon Weight Gain Novels & Stories

“Sorry, I had some stuff to do first, I’ll be done in 10 minutes kay” I watched after her as she walked into her bedroom. I noticed that she looked like she had lost some weight. Carla is about 5’7, 230lbs, with huge tits, 42DDD, long blonde hair, green eyes, and beautiful. She is a big girl. She isn’t the type that is lazy though. She’s very active, but just likes to eat! Anyways, I commented on the fact that she lost weight. “Do you really think so?” She yelled from the bedroom.

It seemed that he wasn't just fooling around with Talia. That lout had been chasing the skirts of any women he had his eyes on. I couldn't believe that I had actually treated a man like that as if he were some kind of prize. I had to have been completely out of my mind. I suggested going to a buffet after a month of starving myself and working out like crazy. I endured a month of suffering. Alas, not only had I failed to lose weight, but I had also gained even more. I pulled out several dresses I used to love and tried them on one after another. Some refuse to zip up, while the others split at the waist the second I forced them on.

I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction. Instead, in an attempt to change the subject, I said, “You look well, Ella.” “Oh, this?” Ella gestured to her body with a dismissive wave. “I’ve actually gained weight recently. Five whole pounds. My trainer is making me do extra cardio to get rid of it.” I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Five pounds on Ella’s frame would be virtually invisible. Meanwhile, I’d gained nearly twenty already, with months still to go. “I’m sure those five pounds are devastating,” Clara mumbled beside me.

"But she obviously didn't want to taste it. You know, when someone doesn't want something, forcing it on them only makes things awkward." "You don't get it. Girls are complicated. Maybe Shermaine actually liked my food!" Their teasing laughter grew fainter. Shermaine, standing in the doorway, realized she was smiling. The warmth of the electric blanket in her arms seemed to wrap around her, comforting her like a soft, gentle hug. It felt like it was melting the ice in her heart, bit by bit.

When I came to, I found myself in an operating room. The doctor spoke to me coldly, "Miss Larson, I heard you were dumped because of your weight and sent abroad by your stepmother to be disposed of. Want revenge?" His whisper in my ear was like the devil himself, tempting and seductive. I clutched at my excess flesh, "I want to change. I want to be thin!" The hatred in my eyes seemed to satisfy him. He clapped his hands and began prepping for surgery.

She grumbled to herself. She turned around, looked over her shoulder and frowned. The problem was definitely not her eyes. Her hips and butt had definitely grown. Infact it looked like her ass cheeks were about to spill out of her lace panties. She sighed to herself. “I don’t understand what’s wrong with me these days..... first mood swings, now weight gain?” She shook her head in confusion. “I’ll just have to get new underwear... maybe eat less too.” She was just about to pull on a nightgown when she noticed a figure behind her window.

Her belly, which was always slim with nice curves at the waist, was a little bit rounder. I quickly looked away as her eyes met mine, chalking it up in my head to the simple monthly fluctuations in a woman’s body; besides, if she gained a little weight, maybe it was good for her. As far as I was aware, she had next to no money before she began working for me, so maybe she didn’t get enough to eat and now her body was settling into a healthier weight.