Nikki Brooks Weight Gain Novels & Stories

His fierce face, thick eyebrows that made him look angry all the time. "You're not romantic, but you're kind. Maybe that's more important than being romantic." Sebastian smiled. "I'll keep those words." Upon arrival. The diet coach's name was Gabriella. An Italian woman around forty years old with an athletic body and short blond hair. We met at an exclusive fitness center in the city center. "Your body isn't too problematic, Miss Ana," Gabriella said after measuring my waist, arms, and thighs. "Your excess weight is about fifteen kilograms. That's not severe. It can still be managed with a strict diet and regular exercise within six months."

Lia beamed. "Bitch?" I asked her. "The dirty blonde skinny skank, 5ft 5 inches, not even fit to be a cheerleader, but she's one because of her Daddy," Lia said. It was rich coming from Lia calling Brooke skinny when all that she preached was about being skinny. She was skinny, too. It was either you were too skinny to be on the cheer team, or she kicked you out. Recently, she had given another option to people whom she believed were adding too much weight and asked them to start dieting, which was absurd.

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?"

What if there was a night when I couldn’t fit into my costumes anymore? What the hell was happening to me? “Just suck in,” Trish said, shaking her head as she saw the look of horror on my face. “I’m sure it’s just a bit of water weight. It’ll come off in a couple of days. We all know how hard you’ve been working; it would be impossible for you to actually gain any weight. Unless you’ve been, like, binge eating in secret.” She grinned at me, but I couldn’t help feeling embarrassed.

And I was sure I looked worse, "How are you?" Nat took a seat beside me while Max took a seat on the other side of Nik with clear intention of annoying him further. But if that took Nik's attention away from our long night, then I welcomed it. And somewhere, Max knew it too and that was why he was doing it. "I'm fine," I forced a smile on my face. "How are you?" Truthfully, I didn't even need to ask. The happiness she radiated was proof of her mental and physical health. She had gained a little weight and her belly had grown but it was still half the size of mine.

“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.”

The second the first beat played through the speakers, Nikki became Diamond, and Diamond owned that stage. I reapplied a smoky shadow that made my blue eyes pop. Against my pale complexion, the contrast screamed theatrical, and I was confident it worked. I was younger than any girl here, and my body showed it. There wasn't a stretch mark or a track to be found anywhere on my skin. Nothing drooped or sagged. My ass was tight enough to bounce a quarter off it, and my abs rivaled my butt. I didn't work out. I'd just been blessed with genes that left me lean and toned. It helped that I wasn't a big eater, and I walked everywhere I went-except Club Swank.

Huffing,I walk past him heading to the breakfast table, he follows behind. Nico was sitting alone, with breakfast on the table. But he wasn't eating. Why? I sit and someone comes and serves me different dishes, piling my plate up "It's too much, I can't eat them all" I protested. "You need food to grow. You don't eat much, you're starting to get lean" Nico says dismissing the person. A blush crept up my neck, he noticed I was loosing weight?

And only a small-minded, niggling, petty person would dare mention it after all Akari's poor body had been through. “Don’t give me that innocent look. You know what you’re doing, Nikolai,” she said. “Stop touching the little roll of fat on my belly to remind me I need to tighten those muscles back up. I know I have more weight to lose, okay? I’m trying, all right?”

The digital scale number zipped up to 105. Brooke turned, chart in hand. She let out a small gasp. "You've gained thirty-five kilos." Tom looked over his shoulder at her. "Is that bad?" She avoided his eyes, but still looked him up and down. A smile pulled at the corner of her mouth. She straightened it out. "Your BMI is still low. It's all muscle so you're fine. Sit on the cot." Tom complied. The cot sagged under his weight.