Girlfriend Weight Gain Stories Novels & Stories

I groan as I walk across the yard, a hand underneath my belly to support it. I can’t believe they weigh this much already, these little girls. It’s only been three months since the boys’ birthday, but I feel like I’m already gigantic. They must be making me sleepwalk down to the kitchen at night, making me pig out on ice cream or something, considering how much weight I’ve gained in my belly alone.

Sadly, I discovered that I had gained another four pounds instead of losing weight. My once slender body now felt more curvaceous. Yesterday, when I met Wendy, she said I looked radiant and glowing. Wendy's sincere compliment made me waver in my resolve to diet again. "Is Ms. Middleton worried about troubling me or Mr. Walker?" "Neither!" I couldn't explain to Marianne, so I lied, "I've gained weight recently, and my clothes don't fit well anymore. If I keep eating like this, I'm afraid I'll turn into a roly-poly."

"You sure you don't want?" "Yeah, I'm sure." Bianca says pouring low-fat yoghurt in her fruit salad - strange. Bianca has a sweet tooth like me and we have established a thousand times that low-fat food are not what we will eat for fun but now, things have changed. A lot of things have actually changed, like her outfits. They are still great but rather baggy and she seems to have gained some weight, looks good on her but it is sudden. What is my friend not telling me?

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.

“No, he does. He eats when he’s stressed. He eats his feelings. Then he eats because he loves food. The amount of calories going in doesn’t match the amount that he works off when he gets time to go to the gym.” “Hence the weight gain.” Nodding, I finished my cup of coffee and rinsed it out as well. “Then he gets upset that’s he’s gaining weight and he eats more. When he was little, he was a chubby kid until his height shot up between middle school and high school. He’s always struggled with it. Now though…we are all getting older.” “You’re really not old.” Rosaria took the mug from me and put it on the drying wrack. “You make it out as this horrible thing but you guys aren’t even close.”

He said to me. “How? I am not gaining weight,” It was true because no matter what I eat I do not gain weight. “I'm going to get you pregnant.” I laughed when he said that. His mouth is so vulgar but nuh ah, that won’t work on me either. “Haha hubby, even if you impregnate me now, I will not gain weight. When I got the twins pregnant, I was still sexy, ask mom.” I said to him while he’s still putting sunblock at my back.

She gagged which had Ashley clicking her tongue in disapproval. "Still guys, I feel so self-conscious," Kaylee said. She was suddenly not in the clubbing spirit. "Maybe I should just go home." "Where is this coming from?" "Okay." She picked up her drink. "I'll tell you but promise you won't judge," she said in a stern voice, her eyes were dead on Ashley's. She knew she could be inconsiderate at times. Kaylee took a deep breath and rushed out. "I gained three pounds recently and can't help but feel like I've been eating too much. I went to see my SD and he looked like he loved it but I can't stand the extra weight."

No matter how hard I tried to get her to do anything she never budged. Whenever I questioned how she could be so small and never work out she would respond with, 'I'm skinny fat'. The girl could eat more than entire football team and still never gain an ounce of fat. Something I was, and still am, severely jealous about. "Maybe try lifting some weights some time." At my words she just huffed. "I didn't come over to talk about boring stuff." "Then what did you want to talk about?" Thankfully the shop was pretty much empty beside the bride to be behind me. We had a few people walking around but didn't seem to need much help at the moment.

I don't want him to experience heartbreak again like when we were in college. "By the way, girl. Why do you seem to be gaining weight?" frowned at this question. I also frowned and looked at my body. "I'm gaining weight? You're so judgmental. It doesn't seem like it, maybe you're drunk?" "Hey, girl, maybe you're pregnant, huh?" There was a little silence between the two of us and we stared at each other. The look as if we know if we think the same. Until I stand up. "Are you crazy? What are you talking about? I'm not pregnant!"

After having to endure his touch at every available opportunity, I heard him say something that saved me from certain rape. He was ranting to my mother about how she had better not gain any more weight because he hated heavy women. That night, I started eating everything I could hold without puking, and by the end of the month, I was fifteen pounds heavier. This continued until I gained almost fifty pounds. It was obvious my size was a complete turn-off to Jim. He stopped touching me and instead insulted me at every turn, but I didn’t