Mutual Weight Gain Story Novels & Stories

"I mean, I'm sure you'd never let that happen." "Maybe not. But I gotta stay vigilant." His forehead wrinkled. "Did you know there's a thing where dads gain weight? It's like a sympathy symptom deal." "Oh, my God, I'd love to see that." I had a mental image of Noah with a baby bump, hands on his back as he moaned and groaned. "Maybe you should eat this cannoli." "You're evil." He scowled. "I'm planning to hold onto my girlish figure."

"There's no one like you… Come on, stop playing. The outsider's looking." Not only is the man not ashamed, but he also reaches out to pull her closer. "What's the problem with them? I hug my wife's waist, what does that have to do with them? Your waist is bigger, so you must stretch out your wedding dress." The weight gain concern is solved, causing no stir. But neither of them expected a big wave to come slowly.

They talked, which was perhaps not what the moment called for in any conventional sense, but which was entirely what it called for for them — because they were people who talked, who thought out loud, who arrived at things through language as well as through the body, and the language that came now was different from all the language that had come before it, was lighter, was freed from the management of distance, was just two people saying things to each other because they wanted the other person to have them. She told him about the highway. The full story, the hazard lights, the two minutes, the thought in its precise form. He listened with the listening face she loved and then laughed — qu

I stood in the grand lobby of Davian Group of Companies, holding a thermal container filled with warm ginseng soup. This company was our baby — David and I built it from scratch ten years ago. We named it Davian by combining our names. Looking at how far we had come should have made me proud, but today I just felt nervous. I had gained a lot of weight after our four children. I used to be slim and beautiful when we got married, but life changed me. I was now down from 180 pounds to 160 after joining the gym a month ago. I wanted to surprise David and show him I was trying.

"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?"

“I’ll weigh six hundred pounds by the end of the year.” He shakes his head and sips on a fresh cup of coffee. “You won’t. Your metabolism is much faster than a human’s. You’ll have to work very hard if you want to gain weight.” “Hm, or get pregnant I guess,” I say without thinking. Kane freezes. “Did you forget to reject my sperm or something?” He sounds very worried. I thought he wants children. Or maybe he just doesn’t want to have pups with me. “Relax. You reminded me before you fell asleep.”

It was almost like they thought we wouldn’t understand; they never bothered changing a word of the script the company had given them. After the awful TED‑talk, it was time for the weight. It was a ritual, almost like an exam of some sort. I stood on the scale, holding my breath and hoping that it would not be higher than my last weight, even though I knew I had gained some during vacation. It was healthy weight, strongly recommended by my doctor to avoid relapsing. “See, I told you to keep back on the carbs during your vacation. Now you come back and you are ten kilograms heavier?” Laura roared, standing up from her seat in one swift move that sent the chair clashing with the white wall beca

I reply as I take a sip of my pineapple juice. He's having Coca-Cola while I stick to my pineapple juice. “It's been years, miss. I think around the time when Genevieve wasn't even my friend. And now, she's my wife. Can you imagine how many years have passed?” I sprinkle a bit of my attitude at him. “You are so freaking dramatic, Conrad.” “And hey, G****e said that steaks are actually good for weight loss.” Conrad is not only dramatic, but he also believes G****e that much.

Her next goal is to reach her ideal weight, which she continues to struggle with. People don’t realise that life after an eating disorder is not that easy. Gaining weight after your body has been through that kind of trauma, especially when you’re a mutolupus, is an extremely hard thing to do. I know she spends a lot of time with Doctor Richard in hopes they can find a way to work around her mutolupus metabolism to get her weight up. I keep my fingers crossed for her every day, but either way, I’m just so happy with her progress.

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