Madelyn Cline Weight Gain Novels & Stories

Then, with a teasing glint in her eyes, she asked, “Is she beautiful?” Abel shrugged. “I don’t know… depends on what you define as beauty.” Regina smirked. “Do you find her attractive?” He made a face. “Nah. Why would I?” He paused, then added, “She looks fine, I guess. Good. But definitely not more than you.” Regina burst out laughing. “Abel, I have no idea what you are talking about.” She sighed, then muttered, “Look at me. Because of these medications, I have gained so much weight. I’m almost 200 pounds. Double what I used to be.”

He turned and was about to leave, but he glanced back and asked, "You gained weight. And earlier, while we were doing it, I thought your belly was bigger. Are you... pregnant?" "Pregnant? No! Haha. I gained weight," Claire nodded. "My boyfriend, he - he feeds me a lot. I'm eating a lot, and he doesn't let me work. So my tummy is getting bigger too." William hesitated, but eventually, he left the villa. Claire was relieved. She thanked the heavens that her body was small; thus, her baby bump was not that obvious. She caressed her stomach, wondering what to do. The baby was going to give her the life she had always dreamed of, but at the same time, it could ruin her.

Now it's just me going it solo, God help me! As we pull into the gated community, my in-laws call their part-time residence, I take another deep cleansing breath, hoping this night goes off without a hitch. “Come here, let me take a look at you! My lord, I think you have become even more beautiful than the last time I saw you and my goodness, you have to stop losing weight. You are withering away.” Margeaux my mother-in-law exclaims. “Oh back off her Marge, I think she looks marvelous. Why if I weren’t married and twenty years younger...” Clyde my father-in-law teases.

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.

“Is it bad?” “It’s explainable,” she said gently. She sat down across from me. “Years of chronic stress, Starvation diets, emotional abuse, untreated hormonal imbalance. Your cortisol levels have been through the roof for at least three years. Your thyroid is sluggish. Your reproductive hormones are completely suppressed.” Each word hit like a stone. Emelda took my hand. “What she’s saying is that your weight gain was never simply about food, Seraphina.” I looked at her. “What?”

She says, grinning as Adriana rubs her stomach. “Yea, we are just shy of halfway there,” Adriana says, looking as stunning as ever with her ear-to-ear smile. “Do you have any children?” I ask, and Madelyn looks at Abe, a sad smile on her lip. “No, we haven’t been ready for that step in our life. But It’s in the cards” She smiles. “Maybe sooner rather than later.” Abe’s head swings in her direction and even with the lights turning low for dancing, I swear I can see tears of joy in his eyes.

It felt strange how something so ordinary could feel so heavy. I reached for the rice and glanced at Madelyn without meaning to stare, but I ended up staring anyway. She looked different. Not just the obvious. Her face was a little fuller, her body softer, but there was something else. She moved differently, slower, more aware of herself. Every time she shifted in her chair, her hand automatically went to her stomach, protective and steady. I swallowed. “How many months?” I asked finally, keeping my voice even. She looked up at me. For a second, I thought she might not answer. Then she wiped her fingers with a napkin and said softly, “Six.”

Zoey had just wanted to agree, but Madeleine interrupted her, saying, "You can't change your mind now, the f*e for changing your mind hasn't been paid yet." Madam mischievously winked her eye and said, "So, should I give it now?" Jaelyn laughed helplessly, "It's only three days." She looked at Zoey, "Zoey, stay for lunch?" Madeleine put her arm around Zoey's shoulder and said, "Yeah, Zoey, what do you want to eat? Tamara is really good at cooking. I have gained six pounds during this time at home." Lola also laughed and said, "I gained three pounds recently."

Angel was dumbfounded once she heard Madelyn's words. "Miss, the days of your suffering are approaching. This kind of pain is beyond your imagination. In addition to vomiting, your feet will also be swollen. They will be as big as large buns. There'll even be depressions on them once you pressed on them. Besides, your body figure will change. Your weight will increase and stretch marks will appear on your body. Some of the spots will never disappear. They will exist on your face for the rest of your life. It looks ugly."

she mumbled. “There’s a difference between looking like a prostitute and not looking like I’m morbidly obese,” Claudia said. “Speaking of which, how is your diet going? It looks like you’ve broken it a few times.” Mandy was beyond tired of Claudia’s comments. “I’m not morbidly obese. If I lose twenty pounds, I’ll be like a size six, maybe an eight, tops. There is absolutely nothing wrong with that size.” She stared at her sister’s reflection in the mirror. “Actually, I lost five pounds. Not that you would notice, wrapped up in your self-absorbed little world.”