Novel & Cerita Forced Weight Gain

“Why? It’s not like you’re a child. You’re an adult with a healthy sex drive, just like me. No reason to be embarrassed by talking with me about it. I think you could use some girl talk. I can give advice on most any topic, you know? You can ask me anything. I just wanted to reassure you that no matter what you look like, you are beautiful. I guarantee that Tyson likes the weight you’ve gained lately. He likes you just as you are. Don’t get me wrong; he’d never say a word to you about how your body is changing. He thinks you are beautiful and sexy, that won’t change with a few extra pounds. He wants you healthy; physically, and mentally. Best way to look at it; weight is just your relationsh

But as the sun was too bright, with Flora bending down a little as she lean on his shoulder, her shadow did not help covering Damien's sight, he ended up closing both his eyes with a scrunched face before he looked down to see her feet again, chuckling. "See? You're so beautiful, I can't even look straight into you," he punched a joke. Soon Flora joined his laughter and holding a hand on his shoulder close to her side, she lifted her legs one after the other to let him do as he suggested. She was not used to anyone bending down before he to help her take off or put on her shoes even when she was at the peak of her size, near to be called obesity. Two years ago, her weight had turned two hund

Yuwe complained. He always complains because he says that I am not gaining weight. After all, my strength is so strong that he swallows it. What if I don't eat a lot, where will I get the energy for training? I didn't participate in miss universe. So what I eat, instead of turning into fats, just turns into energy so I don't gain weight. haha, My brain. "It makes me strong Yuwe. It makes me strong." I answered here. "Let's go and we might run out of tables." It promised

"Now you want to blame me for gaining weight so much that this dress doesn't fit, huh? Who do you think it was because of who I became like this? It's because of your son! He keeps starving me all the time!" "Yes, yes. It's not your fault. It's not your fault at all." Sean frantically tried to get his words right. Since Zoey accepted her pregnancy, the woman no longer feels nausea, which increases her appetite until it feels like Sean never sees her stop chewing. That's why this thousand-dollar bridesmaid dress that Zoey has been craving doesn't fit, and Sean shouldn't blame her weight gain at all at this time. "I told you I don't want to get pregnant! This wouldn't have happened if I hadn't

he hissed at me, turning his face away dismissively. "A whale?" I repeated slowly, my hand immediately going to my stomach as if protecting it. "I thought you cared about your weight so much. Haven't you noticed you have added some weight? You should watch what you are eating, or it will be hard to lose after you give birth," he added casually. One thing that I hate more than anything is adding weight, and even if I'm pregnant, I've been watching what I eat and keeping fit. "George, are you calling me fat?" I asked, my eyes narrowing dangerously.

The addictive game captured my attention entirely, making it difficult for me to focus on anything else. Most times playing this game made me feel less burdened by the thoughts and emotions that came with pregnancy. It stood as a comforter, making it easy for me to escape from the reality of motherhood, knowing I was a little close to the period. However, it wasn't just the game that consumed my attention. Lately, I have noticed a significant increase in my appetite, leading to noticeable weight gain. Denver grew worried about my well-being. He has advised me to minimize the way I eat and be mindful of the things I take to prevent obesity. From the way he talked, I could tell he hated fatnes

"You are already fat!" "Well, I am tall, so it's well-distributed." "Yuck!" Summer bumped him away and walked toward the company. "Hey, Summer, I'm doing this for your own good. If you continue to eat like this, you will really gain weight. No man would like a fat..." "Shut up!" Joe sighed again and again. "Fine."

I can not eat them both. “You didn’t eat breakfast, or lunch. We’re gonna miss dinner. What’s holding you back?” “I don’t want to gain anymore weight” I keep my voice quiet. “Baby you’ve lost like twenty pounds in the past two months. You are getting to an unhealthy weight” “You don’t like my body?” My eyes start to sting, because I hate my body. But I don't want him to hate it, too. “I love your body. And I’ll love your body if you gain 50 pounds. Or more. I don’t love how you’re treating yourself. I don’t want to see you suffer like this”

“You’re saying… my weight isn’t natural?” “Your body is natural,” Dr. Chen corrected. “But the curse has forced it into an unnatural state. Without the curse, your body would settle at whatever weight is healthy for you. But the curse ensures you gain and maintain weight specifically to make you appear ‘undesirable’ by conventional standards.” Rage and relief warred in my chest. Rage that someone had done this to me. Relief that maybe I wasn’t fundamentally broken. “And the third function?” I asked, voice shaking.

I was back at the agency part-time, Thomas was managing the growing business, and Maya was thriving with her new routine. "She's gained two pounds," Dr. James announced during Maya's follow-up appointment. "That's good?" "That's excellent. CF patients often struggle with weight gain, especially after respiratory infections. Maya's doing beautifully." "She's been eating everything in sight," Thomas said. "And walking everywhere," I added. "She refuses to be carried anymore." "Walk!" Maya said from her perch on the examination table. "Walk fast!" "I bet you walk fast," Dr. James said. "Are you ready to show me how you walk?"