Novel & Cerita Forced Weight Gain

With both of them, it was fairly light. "Neither of us wants to become bulky like true weight lifters," I said. "Bulk comes from doing heavier weights fewer times. Strength comes from doing lighter weights more times. When you can do three sets of ten easily, start making the sets longer, fifteen, then twenty, and finally twenty-five. When twenty-five becomes easy, adjust the weight upward to where you're starting with sets of ten again. Eventually, you'll want to quit adding weight because you've reached the look you're comfortable with and all you want to do is maintain your strength," I said.

Mom expressed her enthusiasm. Uncle Alanson looked at my mother. "That's right. What's important is that she's healthy and strong." Then he turned to talk to me again. "It may be in your genes, hija, that you are not gaining weight, or who knows someday when you get married, your body will also be able to get chubbier." Yeah. I agree. That's what most people are saying to me, maybe after I turn eighteen, I might gain weight or something else, maybe when I get married.

“Could eat out for once instead of getting takeout” “Okay”. I smiled. He didn’t move his hand which told me he had something else to say. “Can I say something, and you not get mad about it?”. What could he say that would make me mad? I placed my hand on top of his before looking at him. I nodded. “What if the reason you’re gaining weight is because you are in fact pregnant and not just the weight gain. What about your eating habits?”. “So, because I’ve gained a little weight and I’m eating more it has to be because I’m pregnant?”.

"You need to increase your caloric intake. Protein specifically. I'll have Margot adjust the meal planning." "You don't have to—" "Rest more." He turned back, the notebook closed, the expression rearranged back into the controlled surface. But the roughness was still in his voice, still there underneath the clinical, and his eyes when they met mine had not fully returned to neutral. "You push through fatigue in a way that is going to become a problem in the next six weeks as the weight increases. When you are tired, you stop. You sit. You do not continue because you think it would be inconvenient to stop."

The thing was, LD and I were friends. I mean, close friends. Closer tham best friends, actually. We had been sharing the same friendship together ever since we were Pre-School (Her Mom and my Mom were Best friends, too.), that was why I witnessed all the struggle he had been ever since. He was obese, and his obesity was not just any other’s obesity. His case was different, because no matter how I tried to convince him to lose weight, and no matter how hard did he tried to at least engage on the idea of losing weight, he just could not still drop a pound. He had just gotten bigger and bigger, to the point that it was already alarming. If Andrei was fat, he was twice (or maybe twice and a half

"But I want to talk about your weight and the shortness of breath you've been experiencing." I felt my body tense up. "Is something wrong, Doctor?" Dr. Evans sighed. "Your weight gain is a little faster than expected. Two kilograms in a short time is quite significant. And the shortness of breath you're experiencing could be a sign that your body is having difficulty adjusting to these changes." I felt tears welling up in my eyes. "So I am too fat? Am I endangering my baby?"

“Yes, Doc.” Moving down, his fingers expertly pushed the edges of my protruding bump. “Honestly, with them being Alpha pups, we may need to put you on bed rest later on. I’m not saying you’re small, but with multiples, you are actually slim. There is a large possibility that over the next few weeks, without the stress of everything that was going on in your pack, you could grow quite large.” I sighed. It was already feeling weird being this heavy. Before I was in the hospital, I had gained some weight and that was off-putting enough as it was. The thought of growing even larger and gaining even more weight felt weird.

Staring up at the plain white ceiling, I sighed heavily. I was back here again. Ready to be poked and injected with another fertilized egg, all to just have an heir for the Adams. When the process was done and over with, I dragged myself out of the hospital and found my way back to the house. I was struggling. There was a sudden weight gain within the last couple of months that kept Leo away from me. It was genuinely out of my control but that man could not hide how much it threw him off. I blamed it on all the meds I had to take.

And suddenly, she exploded. “Do you ever stop eating?” The words struck harder than they should have. I froze mid-swallow. She gestured sharply toward my stomach. “You are already big enough without pregnancy adding to it! Do you know what too much weight does to a woman carrying a child?” The room went still. Eloise stiffened beside me. My aunt continued, voice rising. “It affects the baby! It makes labor harder! It makes everything harder! Have you no discipline?” My fingers tightened around the glass.

A few seconds later, Deanna asked, "Zorion, do you dislike me?" Zorion did not deny instantly, and this had made Deanne aggrieved. She said, "I'm telling you, don't laugh at me. I've asked the doctor, and I was told that it's normal for pregnant women to gain weight. If you dislike me, your future wife will be fatter than me. You will know when the time comes!" Zorion was not in the mood to joke with her. He said, "Don't let them know that I've told you to do so, or you won't be able to come back."