Interactive Weight Gain Story Novels & Stories

I said as I started to eat unashamedly. "It's fine with me. It's better to see a woman who has plenty of food than to eat slowly." "Oh, it is not my thing." I was smiling as I talked. "Amazing, you don't worry about gaining more weight? I guess you are not body conscious like those women, huh?" I drank water and I stare at him. "Nah. No matter how much I eat, I don't gain weight. Well, I get it from my mother. We are a race of food is life but we don't get easily fat."

The more she looked at her reflection, the more she thought that she was slightly chubby. Tony looked at her resentful expression in speechlessness. Unable to help himself, he gently laughed and walked over to hug her. In the mirror, his reflection had also hugged her and he placed his chin on her head, revealing a tint of laziness on his handsome face. “You are now pregnant, so it’s normal to gain some weight. If you don’t gain some weight, Mr. Engelhard is probably going to blame me.” When he was helping Myra sort out the issues earlier, Mr. Engelhard had called him and asked about a few matters. Before hanging up, he reminded Tony again to take good care of her.

since when was this guys his di** not challenging? I hugged Gerald's waist and inhaled his scent. Only this man, who made me cry, laugh, spoil, upset, miss, at the same time—he who can turn all my life upside down. "Are you stressed?" I know this is a stupid question. But Gerald must have had many stress, dizzy, and challenging college problems, not to mention taking care of his small family. We just fought. "Why are you getting heavier?" I'm lazy to respond. Already know pregnant women gain weight. I haven't looked in the mirror. Maybe I'm ugly now. That's why Gerald doesn't want anymore.

"Thank you, big brother-in-law. This soup you stewed is so delicious and nourishing. If I keep drinking it for a few more days, I'll probably gain some weight!" "I filtered out the excess oil, so it shouldn't make you gain too much weight. Look at your sister. She drinks the soup every day and hasn't gained much weight. Even before she got pregnant, I would stew soup for her as well," Eric said. Layla laughed. "The reason I didn't gain weight before was because I exercised regularly, you know? Now that I can't exercise, I'm sure I'll gain weight." Eric looked at her endearingly. "You're too thin, so gaining a little weight would be good for you."

"Dakota Graham, have you been exercising and trying to lose weight every day? Who allowed you to do that?" When I heard her question, all the pieces in my mind suddenly clicked into place. No wonder Walter and Ingrid never wanted me to lose weight and were always stopping me from exercising. Even when I had gotten so obese I could barely walk, they still insisted I was perfectly normal. And after two weeks of trying to lose weight, I hadn't lost even an ounce. Instead, my weight just kept climbing and climbing. It turned out that all the weight I had worked so hard to lose had actually been taken off Freya!

"I've been eating everything in sight and I've still lost… let's see… almost twelve pounds! Ugh, it's so annoying." I lifted my gaze. It was true. On her petite frame, the loss was dramatic. Her cheekbones were sharper, her collarbones pronounced, giving her a gaunt, almost modelesque look. I let my shoulders slump, painting misery across my face. "I don't get it… I've been doing everything right, but I've gained ten pounds. I feel horrible." My display of defeat was the fuel she needed. Her preening intensified. "I guess it's just genetics! Some people are just born to be lucky, you know? Right, Zach?"

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.

Miss Bandit, did you gain weight? Bang! A loud sound came from the study, and Vermont quickly added, "Did you gain weight? The gym is having a promotion right now. They're giving a buy-one-free-one package for whoever has a body fat of more than twenty-four percent. If you're a little fatter, we could've signed up for it together." The next second, Felicity's voice came fiercely from the study. "You should eat more and gain thirty pounds to sign up for it yourself!" "Sure."

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.

I follow her to the scale where she weighs me. “One hundred and sixty-five pounds. How tall are you?” “Five foot three,” I tell her. “She nods and writes that down. I seemed to have already gained some weight. I didn’t think I would for another month or so. I mean five pounds doesn’t seem like a lot to most people but for him it’s a ton. I have always struggled with my weight. So, five pounds is easy to gain and hard to lose.