Interactive Weight Gain Story Novels & Stories

“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.”

"Tch, even if you get fat, I won't get fat. My diet has been fixed these years, and I basically don't gain weight." Gabrielle had her own set of health regimens and hadn't gained weight over the years.

Anyway, it is with her that I get my biggest doubts about pregnancy. "I practically took care of my younger brothers," I say, already sitting on the reclining stretcher and preparing for the induction of the probe. Gabby sits in a chair in front of the doctor's desk, full of expectation. "And I don't remember noticing such drastic changes in my mother's body. I gained five kilos in a short period of time, and for me in particular it has always been very difficult to gain weight.”

I stepped on it. The number on the scale stopped at a figure that made me freeze. I had gained seven kilograms. Even though for the past two months I had been dieting desperately, my weight had gone up. I got off the scale and stood in front of the cracked mirror on the wall. My stomach was rounded. I was used to my fat stomach, soft, sagging, disproportionate. But now? My stomach looked different. Rounder and firmer. I touched it. Hard. I frowned. I pressed a little. Still hard. I pressed again. Same.

"Zephyrine, we've made supper for you." The three people stood there with steaming hot food – noodles, soup, and vegetables. It seemed they hadn't fought this time; each of them cooked something different. Unfortunately, Quentin Bennett didn't want to enjoy that dish. So the three of them turned their gaze toward me. After that day, I weighed myself and found out I had gained six pounds. I fell silent for a moment, stepped off the scale, and murmured, "I guess I've been eating too well." When studying intensively with good food around, not gaining weight would be against the laws of nature.

I looked at him, seeing that he was eating enthusiastically after putting the vegetable on my plate. I had barely eaten much when he added more vegetables to my plate. "Wait! I can’t finish all this," I protested when he was about to put more. "Eat a lot. You’re too skinny." I looked at myself. I was never really the type to gain much weight. I could put on a little, but I’d lose it just as quickly. No matter how much or how regularly I ate, my weight just wouldn’t increase—what could I do? I silently ate the vegetables he put on my plate, even though I was starting to feel nauseous from how much there was.

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

Slowly, I let go of that mental burden and began eating normally. At first, when my weight started to rise, I still felt anxious, uneasy. But as I watched my complexion gradually regain color in the mirror, as my hands and feet stopped feeling cold, as the dizziness faded and my energy returned, I began to accept a healthy weight. Half a month later, I found a new job—nine to five, with light responsibilities and harmonious colleagues. Every evening when I came home, there was hot food waiting and the quiet comfort of my parents' care.

I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction. Instead, in an attempt to change the subject, I said, “You look well, Ella.” “Oh, this?” Ella gestured to her body with a dismissive wave. “I’ve actually gained weight recently. Five whole pounds. My trainer is making me do extra cardio to get rid of it.” I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Five pounds on Ella’s frame would be virtually invisible. Meanwhile, I’d gained nearly twenty already, with months still to go. “I’m sure those five pounds are devastating,” Clara mumbled beside me.

She checked the screen at once. A message from Gerald: Not coming in today. Anna exhaled sharply, rolling her eyes. “So much for sitting around hoping he'd show,” she muttered. She stretched, letting out a soft yawn. Her stomach growled, loud enough to make her cringe. Oh, great. Her appetite had always been... impressive. After giving birth to Aiden, the combination of postpartum stress and hormone fluctuations had caused her weight to spike. But lately, she’d been doing better—down six kilos, no pastries between meetings, watching portions.