Female Weight Gain Story Novels & Stories

increased by 1cm." "You heard him Gideon? I grow taller!" I shouted with glee. "So it seems love. I am happy for you. What an important achievement. We will celebrate later okay?" I nodded in agreement. "But your metabolism is still the same so you're weight also increased. You did not loose weight at all for the past year. You need to loose weight-" Fudge. This it. I want to cry. Truth hurts. "Shut up. She doesn't need to loose weight. She is perfect as she is. Mention her weight one more time see what happens." The doctor became flustered as Gideon

I had gained twenty pounds in three days. That was impossible! I smashed the scale in a rage, scattering pieces across the floor. Then, I ran to the supermarket and bought the most expensive scale they had. I opened the box right there and stepped on it. Two hundred and twenty pounds! The number had not changed! I broke down in tears as other shoppers stopped and stared. An older woman who was there shopping for groceries pulled me aside. "Young lady, the hospital has a weight management clinic now. I lost fifty pounds there. You should go take a look, too."

I slumped back on my bed as tears began to roll down my cheeks, what's so wrong with me that he cannot accept me, why is he doing this to me, am I that slim that he doesn't want me, I can go on a diet and add weight if that will make him like me, and he complained about my age too, but it's not my fault that I’m 20, I picked up my phone to search on G****e on how to gain weight, maybe he would like me if I changed myself a little, A message suddenly pooped into my phone, I clicked on it to check what it is, but was surprised to see the picture of a pregnant lady “This is the woman I love, the soon-to-be mother of my child, end this marriage or watch me destroy your life”

"I was still wearing the hospital gown. I was still bleeding. He threw divorce papers at me. He told me it was my fault the baby died because I was clumsy. When I tried to tell him what Chloe did, he grabbed my neck and squeezed. He told me he would ruin my father's company if I didn't sign." I buried my face in my hands. "He locked me out in the cold dark night. He threw a tiny cardboard box at my feet and told the guard to close the gates. I had no money. I had no shoes. I walked until my legs stopped working, and I collapsed on the road. I wanted to die. I wanted to die so badly because everyone always told me I was useless, and I finally believed them. I suffered in my marriage, I was bo

Marlene herself was seventy-something — the something was doing real work; she could have been seventy-two or seventy-nine and neither would have surprised Eleanor — and had the physical bearing of a woman who had been on her feet for fifty years and intended to remain there. She wore the same style of apron every day, white with a small blue check, and she moved behind the counter with an efficiency so practiced it had become something close to art: no motion wasted, no surface left unwiped, the coffee always coming before you’d quite decided you wanted more.

Desperate to shift the conversation, I added, "You remember the business deal with Donald Nexus Company? We’re about to sign the contract. Big step." “Hmm.” She tilted her head and slowly crossed her legs, her eyes narrowing like she was looking right through me. “You really think changing the topic will fool me?” Her voice was calm, but sharp, like a mother who already knew the truth but was waiting for you to say it. She leaned forward and pointed gently toward me. “David, just look at yourself. Have you ever seen your face in the mirror lately?” I stayed silent, but my throat tightened. “You’ve lost so much weight,” she said, her voice softer now. “Your cheeks are sunken. Your eyes are ti

He was fucking thrilled that she’d put on a bit more weight, and it was more than just a hunch: that night, she’d told him that her one skirt was too tight to do up comfortably, and so she’d add it to the pile of clothes that she’d donate to charity. He’d gone on to high-alert at this news, since Tessa’s weight gain was still a source of stress for her sometimes. She was doing well overall, eating healthily but not obsessing over every calorie, and her weight had been creeping up maybe a pound or two a week since Christmas. She’d come to a place of serenity and acceptance about it, and in her mind, she’d set her target weight at one hundred and fifty-two pounds. She’d hit that weight the day

With makeup, her small eyes actually gave her that soft, delicate kind of pretty. I pretended not to notice the smug look on her face and sighed in frustration. “I don’t even know what’s going on. I barely eat anything every day, and my trainer works out with me. Why haven’t I lost any weight at all?” Seeing how defeated I looked, Chloe couldn’t hide her smile anymore. “Maybe it’s just fate. I’m one of those lucky people. No matter how much fried chicken or burgers I eat, I still lose weight.”