Plus-sized Elf Weight Gain の小説・ストーリー

he insisted. Figure? By this time, Elsie was choking with laughter. She had obviously put on weight after giving birth, primarily due to emotional stress. She said jokingly, "Childbearing already did that to me. Get me a red velvet cake, please." Mr. Johnson was aware of this because his wife had gained a lot of weight during her first pregnancy. She never looked the same after that. But that did not lessen his love for her one bit; he only respected her more. After lunch, Elsie and Mr. Johnson were set to discuss the reason for their meeting.

He smiled and caressed Eli's face. "You seem to have gained a little bit of weight since I was not around. I'm not sure if I should be happy or upset." Sean tried to change the topic. "Would you like me to be thinner or fatter?" Eli was a simple-minded person. Just like that, she had gotten sidetracked. "I'm hoping to be the one to fatten you up a bit." "Don't you worry, I could still gain 500 grams," Eli countered. Sean smiled affectionately at her.

The deep voice sounded like leaves rustling. Rhychard turned until he saw a tall, lanky elf standing a few feet to the edge of the path. He thought Ohlin was tall, but this elf was a skinny giant. Rhychard stood five inches past six feet, so when he strained to look up to see the elf's eyes, it scared him a bit. If this elf meant him harm, he would be hard-pressed to fight him off. "And you are?"

I still haven't told Benson and I know I needed to do it as soon as possible. He almost found out, the last time he slept with me he commented how my body is adding weight. He said 'May, why are your breasts increasing and your stomach rounding?' I had replied that it is as a result of too much food. I told him that I had been eating more than necessary, and that's why I am increasing in weight. Although it is not totally a lie, I have been eating too much recently more than my usual appetite but I know it was as a result of the child growing in me.

Liberty did have a fatty liver back then. However, that was resolved after she lost weight. Indeed, having an unhealthy weight could bring about health issues. Purchasing plus-sized clothes was also a problem. Once she started maintaining a healthy weight, she looked fantastic in whatever she wore and often received compliments for having a great figure when shopping for clothes. Most people marveled at her healthy and youthful complexion. She did not look like she was already in her thirties with a four-year-old son.

I knew she didn't get out much and I think hearing about my adventures brought her a little joy into her mundane life. I looked at myself in the mirror. The dress was so gorgeous. And well, I do clean up nice. My hair was swept behind my shoulders and I tucked some strands behind my pointed ears as well. I pouted in front of the mirror. "Meara, why do I have to be so short! Everyone else towers above me and I am sick and tired of staring at people's chests!" She chuckled. "Well you will just have to get used to it. I believe elves stop growing at fifteen and well, I think you're a few years past that." I squinted at her.

I turned to the confused neighbors and said, "I was just as confused as you until recently. I couldn't understand why I kept gaining weight no matter what I did. But now… I know." Under their stunned gazes, I slowly removed my shirt and exposed two enormous puncture needles on my back. One was red, the other was blue. "What are those?" "That's terrifying!" The neighbors recoiled in shock while Mom and Jenny lowered their heads. I took a deep breath. "Every night, Mom and Jenny would come into my room and inject a large dose of drugs through the red puncture. The drugs made my fat cells divide rapidly, so I gained weight extremely fast. That's why I couldn't lose weight no matter what I did."

My hips, curves, and bustline have become more pronounced, giving me a more voluptuous figure. I'm not sure what's causing these changes – is it the emergence of my wolf or the fact that I'm eating more than I ever have in my life? My days are filled with nothing but eating and sleeping, with an emphasis on consuming copious amounts of food. It's as if they're trying to fatten me up like a Thanksgiving turkey. And, well, considering I'll be "sacrificed" in three months to revive Damian's deceased witch lover, it's likely that's exactly what they're doing.

Now, he just had to hang on. He was on the verge of physical ruin. His eyes were raw around the rims, skin deathly pale for lack of sunlight, hair wild and shaggy, gums juicy red, and teeth yellowed from neglect. The elf had lost too much weight and seemed to have shrunk in height as well. Crixen Runeburner knew he was in danger, but he had volunteered for this, begged for it, and he would not fail!

“We gave up. We rather he just eat a home with things we knew that were at least not eight pizzas. Finn got on the scale the other day and he was so proud of himself.” Aelia snorted. “He was like ‘I’m going to make sure this baby is the healthiest and strongest’. When he told us he gained fifty pounds I was actually worried for a moment but Shep said that it was okay. Finn was pretty lean to begin with, so filling out in all the places he normally didn’t have weight was fine. Just to keep an eye on it and if he was getting past the hundred and fifty pushing two hundred that we would need to start taking action.”