Forced Weight Gain Novels & Stories

“You were sobbing one second ago, and now, you’re asking me about stuff like that? Who are you trying to kill? I can’t stand you. This is an obvious question. Does your brain work at all? Is there really a need to ask such an obvious question?” Tiffany heaved a sigh of relief. Her spirits lifted immediately. “I thought he’d lost interest in me. Looks like I was wrong. I got 5kg heavier after my pregnancy, and I haven’t lost my pregnancy weight. The baby needs milk so I can’t go on a diet yet. It’s not too obvious is it?” Arianne studied her before replying. “You’re fine. It doesn’t really show. This means the extra weight is well distributed. It didn’t gather specifically around your tummy.

Being the only human granted me a lot of people that made it their life goal to make my life a living hell, not to mention I was also overweight, which only added to my misery. Unlike the others with the werewolf gene, I gained weight no matter how hard I tried to eat healthily. My parents took me to the hospital when I was younger, and we learned I had a hormonal imbalance which led to my weight gain. It was bad enough being teased for being human, I also had others making fun of my weight.

Kevin served a bowl of rice and said, "Eat more." "It's easy to gain weight if you eat too much at dinner." She said so, but she didn't want to eat any lesser. Now she was not only alone. She had to take care of the baby. The more she ate, the healthier her child would be. "It's better to put on some weight." He picked some food and placed them on her plate. "I'll look ugly if I'm fat." "There's nothing wrong with it." "Are you sure?" "Eat quickly." He ignored her and ate seriously.

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.

“Including losing weight again to escape the feelings?” “Yes.” She bit her lip. “That’s one of the things that I talk about with Rianna. How to gain weight slowly and with healthy food, and not panic and stop eating as the numbers get higher and higher on the scale. How to handle all the feelings and memories that come up as they do. For me, gaining weight is – complicated. It’s way more than just going to McDonald’s every day and stuffing my face with abandon. Lots goes on in my head every time I step on the scale, and see the numbers going up, and none of it is good.”

“It’s a weight gain powder. It’s like the ones that the weight lifters use when they need to ‘gain mass’. Except this is a special blend that Auri’s dad gets us.” Suddenly, I thought back to my mom’s comment earlier about both Týr and my father gaining weight. She was the reason for it. This little group, including my Grandpa of course, had gone rogue against their pack house. I groaned and brought my hand up, covering my eyes. “You are literally…giving drugs…to make anyone eating at the pack house…gain weight?” “Basically. This mix is nearly a hundred times more potent than that stuff you get over the counter for humans, but…”

, Davish asked as he was looking at the team of doctors. "Mother's excessive weight gain can transport to increased fetal weight", the Doctor said to Davish his patience was running low and he roared, "Just help her okay". Aunt Asha put her hands on Davish's shoulder. "Sir, I think the baby is more than 4 kg and if we don't stop her pain then it can put mother and baby at risk of certain complications", the doctor explained. "Stop ranting in front of me. just help her. I want my Sunshine healthy and good", Davish growled and doctors were afraid of him.

I did a few nights ago, but I dismissed it for being bloated due to the noodles I had that night. But I was noticing it again. “You look good.” Sebastian complimented, his voice soothing. “A little weight does no harm.” His words were supposed to be assuring, but they were not so much. At least, not to me. I have tried to hard to maintain my old weight, and have started falling in love with my body. Now, I was gaining more weight. I should probably cut down the food I am eating. Yeah, that has to be it. I have been eating a lot more than before since moving to the pack house. That must have messed with my diet.

“Is it bad?” “It’s explainable,” she said gently. She sat down across from me. “Years of chronic stress, Starvation diets, emotional abuse, untreated hormonal imbalance. Your cortisol levels have been through the roof for at least three years. Your thyroid is sluggish. Your reproductive hormones are completely suppressed.” Each word hit like a stone. Emelda took my hand. “What she’s saying is that your weight gain was never simply about food, Seraphina.” I looked at her. “What?”

I recall her complaining to me after her primary care physician informed her that her kilo had increased by one kilo and 200 grams. I give her a friendly smile. "Sure, don't blame me in the future; blame your stubbornness, my dear." "Look at that delicious-looking dish!" Surely, the carbs and natural oil that I can see on food will aid in her weight gain. To the people who surround us, she waves like a fool, as if she is one of the Miss Universe candidates. Her greetings appear to be those of a Miss Universe winner, which is far too good to be true. But she's my wife, and I'll be there for her even if she's crazy.