Mutual Weight Gain Stories Novels & Stories

"I'm not getting on a scale in front of you, Gray! No woman wants her boyfriend to know how much she weighs." "If I said you had gained weight, your argument might hold water, but since I didn't, get on the scale." I closed my eyes as I stepped onto the platform. I didn't need to look. "Fuck, Annie! You weigh one hundred and nine pounds! No wonder you look sick. What's wrong?" He was terrified. When we'd met, I weighed about one thirty. At that weight, I was thin; at this weight, I looked emaciated.

I recall her complaining to me after her primary care physician informed her that her kilo had increased by one kilo and 200 grams. I give her a friendly smile. "Sure, don't blame me in the future; blame your stubbornness, my dear." "Look at that delicious-looking dish!" Surely, the carbs and natural oil that I can see on food will aid in her weight gain. To the people who surround us, she waves like a fool, as if she is one of the Miss Universe candidates. Her greetings appear to be those of a Miss Universe winner, which is far too good to be true. But she's my wife, and I'll be there for her even if she's crazy.

“I just gave birth and am still recovering!” Summer was not sleepy after Jasper made her mad. She was among the minority group of pregnant women who did not gain weight after giving birth. Was this bastard regarding her with scorn? “You can go back and look for Victoria. Her body figure is better because she hasn’t had any children yet.”

Empty plates and glasses on their table, mocking them. Sin nodded. Feeling miserable because of the amount of calories she consumed in one sitting. "As soon as this is over," she pointed at the somersaulting melon in her tummy, "I am going to enroll on a strict regimental diet plan. I think I've gained another fifty pounds." She added in disgust. Her friend giggled. "My thoughts exactly. But your husband will still worship you if you weigh a ton."

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

"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."

That was because I knew she wasn't truly seeking forgiveness. She had made another deal with the system. All she needed was for me to say I didn't blame her or that I wasn't angry anymore, and she'd be able to swap our weights again in an instant. I also learned that our weights couldn't be changed once the system locked in a new body weight. That meant she would never gain her weight back, no matter how much she ate. She would be stuck looking like a half-starved, barely human stick figure forever. The thought almost made me smile.

"This is so good. You're really talented." Julian smiled widely. "I'm glad you like it. I'll make this for you every day." We had breakfast together, joking and laughing. For a moment, I almost forgot my worries about my weight. But when I looked at the remaining smoothie in the bowl, that anxiety returned. "Julian," I said softly. "I'm still worried about my weight. The doctor said I shouldn't gain too much. But I'm already fat. What if I still gain weight even though I'm trying?"

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.”

“Including losing weight again to escape the feelings?” “Yes.” She bit her lip. “That’s one of the things that I talk about with Rianna. How to gain weight slowly and with healthy food, and not panic and stop eating as the numbers get higher and higher on the scale. How to handle all the feelings and memories that come up as they do. For me, gaining weight is – complicated. It’s way more than just going to McDonald’s every day and stuffing my face with abandon. Lots goes on in my head every time I step on the scale, and see the numbers going up, and none of it is good.”