Mutual Weight Gain Novels & Stories

Gaining weight is normal. Could he please stop talking about gaining weight? Did he not know that women detested that word? Chris nodded. "Yes, it's normal. However, you should control yourself a little. If you keep gaining a kilogram a day, I'm afraid you'll struggle to lose it after you give birth to our child." Paige agreed she should control herself a bit. She had indeed been indulging a bit too much lately. "What if I can't lose weight? Would you be disgusted with me?" Paige asked.

The thing was, LD and I were friends. I mean, close friends. Closer tham best friends, actually. We had been sharing the same friendship together ever since we were Pre-School (Her Mom and my Mom were Best friends, too.), that was why I witnessed all the struggle he had been ever since. He was obese, and his obesity was not just any other’s obesity. His case was different, because no matter how I tried to convince him to lose weight, and no matter how hard did he tried to at least engage on the idea of losing weight, he just could not still drop a pound. He had just gotten bigger and bigger, to the point that it was already alarming. If Andrei was fat, he was twice (or maybe twice and a half

"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.

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?"

"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.

Don't come crying to me when that happens. Before I could say anything, Furball's thoughts came flooding again. "You despicable man! The only reason my master hasn't lost any weight is because of that horrible Weight Swapping System you used on him! Every single pound he worked hard to lose ends up coming off your body instead! "Meanwhile, you spend all your time gorging on the richest and fattiest food you can find, and every single pound you gain ends up on his body. That's why he keeps putting on weight!

he replies. I snort at him. “Tell me about it. Been there. Done that. Avoided the repeat,” I inform him. “I remember,” he rasps. “Did that turn you on?” I ask him, biting my lower lip. “Just the thought of you committing violence makes me hard, princess. Well, just thinking about your sexy body turns on,” he purrs. I sign feeling not sexy at all. “I’m getting fat,” I grumble. “So? You’re pregnant and eating for two now. Weight gain is bound to happen,” he states.

It was indeed a blessing that I could eat whatever I wanted and not put on weight. “Are you working out?” The second the words left my mouth, I knew I had given his ego a huge boost. He smirked against my lips. “Doesn’t feel like it.” I quickly added and instantly sensed the shift in atmosphere. Rylan’s grip on my waist tightened. “No? Let me help you.” There was that challenge, the predatory gleam in his eyes and after so many years into our marriage, it excited me all the same. I was giddy with anticipation at the look he spared.

A girl at the table had even mocked her, asking if she wasn’t afraid of getting fat. Back then, Julissa had arrogantly declared she was the type who never gains weight no matter what. But who really never gains weight? She eventually plumped up a bit and even hit 100 lbs. Every time she weighed herself, she’d get upset, but Scott would just hug her waist, lift her up and say, “Still manageable. A little more weight won’t hurt.” Thinking about all that, Julissa scratched her head sheepishly. “He does seem to enjoy watching me eat…”

He’d manipulated me, and I had fallen for it all, hook, line and sinker. “I hope so. I’m starving, and it has been a while since I’ve felt truly hungry,” I told her, looking forward to our baked chicken dinner. She grinned. “That is a very good sign. Pregnant ladies are supposed to gain weight, not lose it,” she lectured. “I know, I know. I will. It’s hard to eat when you have to think about what it is going to look like coming back up,” I complained. She wrinkled her nose. “Gross.”