Mutual Weight Gain Story Novels & Stories

I had to be imagining it. After seven days of nonstop training, I finally dared to weigh myself. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and stepped onto the scale, shifting my weight until the numbers settled. Several students gathered around to watch. "Shannon, you've worked so hard. You'll be fine!" "You must have lost at least ten pounds this week!" I slowly opened my eyes. Two hundred and fifty pounds. Everyone who was there was shocked. "Is the scale broken? How did she gain thirty pounds?!"

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…”

All these are in preparation to surprise him with her change. "What?!!!! All for someone who couldn't even acknowledge her at her death, pitiful!! I knew it was bad but didn't expect it to be this bad." She quickly moved in front of a large mirror rolling her hoodie up, she could see and count her rib bones without having to feel it. {Meal plan to gain weight is available in the system shop for only 250 experience points. Points Available: 0 Does host want to take a loan?} "Why would I want to pay for a weight gain diet. Do you take me for a fool?"

"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.

Before I was born, I was only forty-nine kilograms. “Auntie, I gained weight, gained seventeen kilograms! What's up, auntie?" I felt like crying, I'm only seventeen or eighteen after all. “Going to the gym with auntie!” I think again and again, only this way is the best. Must be determined within a month to lose at least ten kilograms. Since I'm going back to school next month, I don't want to see everyone with a fat body again.

With that, Betty said with a little pride, "After I finish climbing this mountain, I'll definitely lose weight, at least five kilograms." Seeing her expression, Bryson's thoughts were that after he climbed all the way to the mountain, he would have to take her out for a good feast. After that, he would have to take two kilograms, because she wouldn't need to get any thinner. She was going to lose weight. didn't know if it was because she had better food or because her life after marriage had nourished her, but she seemed to have gained weight. She was most afraid of destroying everything with a single word.

I offered and he refused straight up “I’m not interested in sharing clothes with you in the end “Fair enough” I replied “Want more snacks?” he asked and I couldn’t help but glance at his table top that had lots of empty packs of snacks on it “If you continue like this, you’re gonna be obese” I responded “That’s not possible, having sex with you helps me loose weight” I dropped my phone with my mouth agape, I was about 79kg, what was his point? I rolled over him, held him in place and started biting him making him laugh uncontrollably, he tried to shift me away, but I was like glue.

“Some people can eat whatever they want and look great. Others can’t.” “And you think I’m one of those people?” I asked incredulously. I was aware of the thickness of my thighs, of the way my stomach protruded slightly over my jeans. I’d gained weight since I’d lived with Lucian, and that was mainly out of depression. I used to be a lot more active. Now I wasn’t active at all. “Yes.” His eyes were locked on mine as he placed a piece of salmon in his mouth. “Have you not noticed my curves? The way my thighs stretch my jeans?”

Mia choked a bit and promptly dismissed him, "That's absurd. I haven't gained weight. Which part of my body looks heavier?" Were Timothy's eyes playing tricks on him? "You even have a double chin now," Timothy pointed out. Feeling self-conscious, Mia touched her chin and realized that it did seem a bit rounder. She immediately retorted, "It's called baby fat. Besides, it's not like you're paying for my meals." Accustomed to Mia's sharp wit, Timothy responded calmly, "Well, you've been dining at the Barrett residence for three years." "Yeah, but I didn't gain weight during those three years. The fact that I've gained weight in such a short time after moving out—what does that suggest?"

"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.